Dive today from the cliff of what you know into what you can't know.

How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.

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.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

You do not see clearly the evil in yourself, else you would hate yourself with all your soul. Like the lion who sprang at his image in the water, you are only hurting yourself, O foolish man. When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.

The hurt you embrace becomes joy.