There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.

A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity

Our purpose here on earth: to manifest the very nature of our spirit, which is touched by the spirit of God.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.