You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us

Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

If you can't bear what's happening to the natural world, if you can't bear the way we treat each other; if you can't bear wars, you just can't bear the whole idea of war, which is possibly unavoidable. But still, you resist it. Because you just hate our treating each other that way and causing that suffering.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere