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.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.

All because of love when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?