Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way

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

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

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.

We are always fascinated with the past, but the future is always brighter.

I believe language is infinitely malleable, a live being in our hands, which deserves our great respect and curiosity

Sometimes you need to be touched to know you're still alive.

The Friend asks no return but that his Friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.

Water flows uphill towards money.

You make your work and you can't ask for approval when you're doing it. Otherwise, it's going to be untruthful in some way.

To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to 't.

It has been Gujarat's strength to do development with Jan Bhagidari.

They're feeding the people a line of bull, and they are spinning and people are dying.

Consciousness is a phase of mental life which arises in connection with the formation of new habits. When habit is formed, consciousness only interferes to spoil our performance.