I lay there, stretched out, looking at the one star visible through the tiny window of the room. Only connect. How can you do that when the connectio….

Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging ….

I don't write for any group. I write to bring about a change in consciousness..

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time i….

What you risk reveals what you value..

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for….

Some people are happy when they are at the sea; I'm happy when I'm standing in front of a shelf of books. It feels like the known place and also the ….

The mind will not believe in death, perhaps because, as far as the mind is concerned, death never happens..

I have no idea what happens next..

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem..

It’s better to think of my life like that— part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t control any of the things that matter. My….

The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot know enough about this riddle of our lives. We go back and back to the s….

We are told not to privilege one story above another. All the stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all stories are worth hearing, but….

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't..

Trust me, I'm telling you stories..

And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives..

How is it that one day life is orderly and you are content, a little cynical perhaps but on the whole just so, and then without warning you find the ….

live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit wh….

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the r….

Slightest accidents open up new worlds..

I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you..