World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.
Let yourself become living poetry.
Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.
I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you.