What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.
Poems are rough notations for the music we are.
You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.
The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.
Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.
I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .