You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.