Words can wound or heal. The purpose of speech must always be to create joy in the listener.
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoff from this condensery.
Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.
I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.
What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?
Smile to see the lake lay the still sky And out for an easy make the dragonfly.
Popcorn-can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can't mouse in.
You see all these things that make you feel desperate or sad, but you realize changes can be made, and it doesn't take a lot of money on our part to make a change in people's lives.
When you put your arms around me, You let me know there's nothing in this world I can't do
Worship God. It’s easier than thinking.
Do not talk about the soul, heaven, or God. Talking about something that is not yet a reality for you amounts to falsehood.