Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.
If I knew how to say it directly, I would not need to write poetry. I would just talk to people and be happy.
The very things I used to be told off for - daydreaming, exaggerating, making mistakes, wild guessing, contradicting, spying, being obsessive, being reckless - for these, suddenly, I am being praised.
There's the space that you soar into, the space that you sometimes break through to, and hang in. A sort of gasp or gap.
Being a poet is like having an invisible partner. It isn't easy. But you can't live without it either. Talent is only 10 per cent. The rest is obsession.
I'm not so sure that the value of art is all it is cracked up to be.
I step naked into the shower of truth - whole-hearted, bloody-minded, utterly selfish, no longer even pretending to enjoy or understand anything.
Nothing that you plan is going to work out. Everything is going to be totally different than the way you expected. And things will constantly challenge you. Wherever you look the world is not as solid it seems to be.
Meditation is like giving a hug to our ourselves, getting in touch whith that awesome reality in us. While meditating we feel a deep sense of intimacy with God, a love that is inexplicable.
does a sick society get so used to its illness that it can't remember being well? what if the memory is too dangerous for the people who like things the way they are?
[A] country without a word to describe its love for what is best within it is a country ill-equipped to defend what is best within it.