I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

There is no wealth but life.

You need to do an inventory of yourself to discover your calling and purpose

I sometimes fall into the trap of doing what I think I should be doing rather than what I want to be doing.

Seeking the ideal has a long history, it produces many saints but few paradigm changes.

Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.

Only the individual who has come to terms with his self can have a dispassionate attitude toward the world.

Power is tolerable only on condition that it mask a substantial part of itself. Its success is proportional to its ability to hide its own mechanisms.

When I have a daughter I have a lot of good advice for her.

It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.

I make the songs and part of making them is singing them. But what you hear is not me. It's the song. It's through me.