I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!
Listen to presences inside poems.
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
You show your worth by what you seek.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?