Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

Be suspicious of what you want.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

Let silence take you to the core of life.