So this is what I amPondering his eyes that could notConceive that I was a creature to run fromI who have always believed too much in words

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

All under the pretense of military application.”He pouts. “No pretense about it. Remember, the Internet was a military application. And now look at how it’s changed our culture.

Wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.

Retribution is just outstanding.

Both light and dark are eternity. Human beings assign relative values to colors, but beyond the relative, there just is - what in Zen we call "suchness".

The God of Exodus is the God of history and of political liberation more than he is the God of nature.

I worked hard learning harmony and theory when I was growing up in Chicago in the 1920s.

I want to thank my mother and my father for teaching me to have a dream. You are seeing my dream come true.

Whatever you want others to be, first be that yourself. Then, you will find others responding in like manner to you.

So the poor instead of bread made do with a picture of the bleeding scourged and nailed-up Christ and prayed to that image of their helplessness

[He] saw communism for the sham that it was--a bunch of brutes who seized power in the name of the people, only to repress the very people they claimed to champion.