I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.

Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world. If you can step away from your need for self-approval, all that you do, top to bottom, will be approved.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

Those who don't want to change, let them sleep.