The taste of moon's song.

The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.

The weight of wait.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Dew moves mountains.

Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.

What's not there is.

Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.

Target your random acts of kindness, to keep a tally of who owes what

Pride flees when we compare ourselves to God instead of [to] other people.

Indeed, of the major religions, Islam offers no discernible sliver of valid notion for How Life Works.

The real negotiation is between humans on the one hand and chemistry and physics on the other. And chemistry and physics, unfortunately, don't bargain.

Sometimes a legend that endures for centuries... endures for a reason.

For where there is love of man, there is also love of the art.

Today's unions are less Mobbed-up than those of yesteryear to be sure, but they're hardly above tactics that would be considered intimidating and coercive.

Questions appear real for as long as you consider yourself to be a person. When you realize you are the impersonal presence, all questions vanish.

People try to force things. It's disastrous. Just leave your mind alone. Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.

T-shirt and stretchy pants? Yup, that's fine. It's pajama-y, good night.