Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.

A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.