That's the main business of the poem!-to see if you can't make up a language that sets all your selves talking at once-all of them being fair to each other.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.

There is a poignancy in all things clear, In the stare of the deer, in the ring of a hammer in the morning. Seeing a bucket of perfectly lucid water We fall to imagining prodigious honesties.

Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.

Writing is?waiting for the word that may not be there until next Tuesday.

Edward: You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal? he used to say to me. A plan.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

God himself made government and gave it an environment of the kingdom

It makes me sad there is still some intellectual snobbery out there.

I am a simpleton at heart. In my personal life, I don't wear makeup.

Everyone can afford to give away a smile.

The planet is always half light and half dark, and so are we.

I have no time for the endless nostalgia: 'Oh gosh I used to . . . ' Life is too short; I don't have any time for sitting and saying I miss things. What's the point? Go and do something else.'

In a land of freedom we are held hostage by the tyranny of political correctness.

In fact, my New Year's resolution every year, and I'm Jewish so I get two New Years a year, is to meditate, and I fail every time.