Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious
On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
The glance of Love is crystal clear.
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.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.