This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

An ideologue is one who places agenda above truth.

When the old poets made some virtue their theme, they were not teaching but adoring.

I won't be what I'm not. -Jing-mei

... love given without free will or truthfulness wasn't love at all.

I really enjoy taking an outdoor shower.

Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan... The Ku Klux's gone... It'll never come back.

All new ideas begin in a non-conforming mind that questions some tenet of the conventional wisdom.

Do the rhetorical quarrels of bourgeois political parties have anything to do with the interests of the humble and downtrodden?

What I'm working on is for people to be able to say that Kippenberger had this really good mood

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.