To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,and find that the dark,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as
We are ready to receive in reverencethe music of the masters, the symphonies of the spheresand invoke in sacred celebrationsthe ancient holy spirits of the
If each day fallsinside each nightthere exists a wellwhere clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rimof the well of darknessand fish for
That you were born and you will die. That you will sometimes love enough and sometimes not. That you will lieif only to yourself. That
Tall and proud,
A young wave
Approaches the beach
Its eagerness on bold display
As it flaunts a perfect 1.618 curl
Connecting with the hard reality of the shoreline
The wave is born onto the land
In a sizzling collapse of spray and foam
Then, it began to rain.And I thanked the replaced roof,The materials, the laborers, the sun.And I discovered the gift of work that is done. And
And it was at that age…Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from–winter, a river, Don’t know
You are carrying me, full consciousness, god that has desires, all through the world. Here, in this third sea, I almost hear your voice: your
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness
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