I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

God is as real as mind and the mind is as real as nature.

Despite countless prayers for Joseph to be safe, God said no. His plan remains a mystery. I have had to accept that mystery and trust Him in the dark.

Your ego interferes, your sense of self. When you let go of the mind, the Frisbee will take its own path.

Better to die than live in sleep.

Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services.

The person you are most afraid to contradict is yourself.

I am addicted to arrivals, to those innocent dawn moments from which history accelerates.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

We are all both victims and victimizers. Just as everyone suffers, no one is innocent of causing suffering themselves.