Where There Is Ruin, There

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

My Boat Strikes Something Deep. At First Sounds Of Silence, Waves. Nothing Has Happened; Or Perhaps Everything Has Happened. And I Am Sitting In My New Life.

God Turns You From One Feeling To Another And Teaches By Means Of Opposites So That You Will Have Two Wings To Fly, Not One.

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.