When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.

Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.

Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.

My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?

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