Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.
Don't count your check-ins before they cash.
Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.
You are not going to find yourself anywhere except right where you are.
Inspiration always arrives unannounced.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage - even crying is in vain.