Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.

For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

Be with those who help your being.

Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.