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.

Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.

From the Distance You only See My Light; Come closer and You will Know that I Am You.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .

Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.