I am not yet born; O fill me With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.

Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.

A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.

It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.

Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold

I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives. Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall.

World is suddener than we fancy it.

So you, too, like fruitcake? (RW on meeting Lenin in Zurich during World War I.)

In the end, I've found, people like the direct approach. It's much more valuable to them to have a leader who's absolutely clear and open than to have one who soft-soaps or talks in circles.

Prayer, among sane people, has never superseded practical efforts to secure the desired end.

I am hoping to be able to lend my support to a Sickle Cell charity in the near future, as I want to try and help raise money and awareness about this disease.

Competition is such a virtue, and everybody's so busy competing, they have no time for compassion.

Even our most difficult moments bring us gifts. The trick, of course, is gratitude. Therein will you find both your peace and your joy.

Being in the audience actually looks like quite a lot of fun.

Haiku is an art that seems dedicated to making people pay attention to the preciousness and particularity of every moment of existence. I think that poetry can do that.

I am inclined to believe that if there can be a meaningful human right to any material thing, surely it starts with access to minimum clean freshwater.

Remember who you are and what God expects you to become.