On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

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.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.

Hard to trust honesty of inconsistent person.

He realized that it wouldn’t be much longer before the trees picked themselves up and migrated to the warmer south, leaving their dead, leafless brothers behind.

There's a rule of thumb in politics. If you're at a point where you're complaining about the other guy being mean and unfair and uncivil, that's probably a sign that you're losing.

Some people explore who they think they might be. Then some people explore who they already are and empower it.

Perhaps this is an age when men think bravely of the human spirit; for surely they have a strange lust to lay it bare.

I would keep in mind to a young poet that you are entering into something that is very important, that has always been important in terms of human concerns.

Mathematics is good for the soul, getting things right enlivens a sense of truth, efforts to understand automatically purify desires.

You like me, you don't like me, you love me, you hate me. I'm gonna be me, but one thing I have to back it up is skills.

Being comfortable isn't the way to learn to expand your abilities.

Let your light shine. Be a source of strength and courage. Share your wisdom. Radiate love.