The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.

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

They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul and you are that. But we have ways within each other that will never be said by anyone.

The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being.

Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.