“The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.”

“With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.”

“sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my s...”

“Sometimes I think,I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.”

“in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.”

“May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.”

“Truth is, Im generally happiest when its just me. Its okay to be madly in love with yourself.”

“Individuality, family, and community are, by definition, expressions of singular organization, never of "one-right-way" thinking on the grand scale. Children and families need some relief from gove...”

“I liked having some time to myself. Our family was such a close one, you could get smothered. Of course, we didn't always agree with one another. Sometimes I quarreled with my brother and sisters, ...”

“When one gathers all the books of all worldly religions, when one beholds (dharan) them, then the phenomenon of religious upholding (dharma dharan) occurs. When that religious upholding becomes 100...”

“You can be drunk on wine.You can be drunk on success.I'm just drunk on the success of my wine.”

“We will drink what we thirst for and eat what we hunger for if we allow ourselves to be used for what we were created for!”

“Gardens hush opens upan abyss at my center, still point.Someone touches me, mystery, otherness.No words are spoken, silencethe language of God.Silence, calm, hushed garden usher me into a presence,...”

“We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow”

“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”