Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

I am so close, I may look distant.

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.

Asleep or awake, writing or reading, whatever you do, you must never be without the remembrance of God.

I can heal a broken heart with a smile.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.