If I talk about her like she’s a beingIt’s because talking about her I need to use the language of menWhich gives personality to things, And imposes a name on things.

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

It’s stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are really what they seem to beAnd there’s nothing to understand.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

I don’t always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.

Also at times, on the surface of streams, Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they’re water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.

I pass and I stay, like the Universe.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.

Even so, I’m somebody.I’m the Discoverer of Nature.I’m the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.

All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that’s why they’re called beings

Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

Study the scriptures.

Value your wife by valuing what she says.

It is my belief that when a child has been robbed of their visionary rights that they gravitate toward religion and spirituality in an effort to regain their Subjective autonomy.

Outside, the dogs whine over the wind. They sense the wolves - they sense the wild. It calls to them, like it calls to me, and I wonder sometimes if we are the only ones who hear it.

Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

Of course you have an e-mail, you idiot, just read it!

It's OK to love your body the way it is.

Using encryption on the Internet is the equivalent of arranging an armored car to deliver credit card information from someone living in a cardboard box to someone living on a park bench.

Through my former experiences, writing poetry and learning other languages leading up to English I find ways to stitch words together that may seem a bit odd, but somehow, sometimes they do work.