The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.
I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.