Yes. I do love you. These tears of admissionSalt my cheeks and yours, as heart gates open,Here in the luxury of your golden arms.We edge along this scary precipiceOf aspiration, a furnace of hope,Feeding on coals of cautionary fear,And stoked by passions that pick me...

Paraphrasing by @2:50 [Universe] knows me and calls me by my name.It has created me to do some definite service;has committed some work to mewhich has not been committed to another.I have my mission—I never may know it in this life,but told it in the next. Somehow I...

Last night as I was sleeping,I dreamt—marvelous error!—that a spring was breakingout in my heart.I said: Along which secret aqueduct,Oh water, are you coming to me,water of a new lifethat I have never drunk? Last night as I was sleeping,I dreamt—marvelous error!—that...

A callarse  Ahora contaremos docey nos quedamos todo quietos. Por una vez sobre la tierrano hablemos en ningún idioma,por un segundo detengámonos,no movamos tanto los brazos. Sería un minuto fragante,sin prisa, sin locomotoras,todos estaríamos juntosen una inquietud...

The river that runs in the valleymakes the valley that holds it. This is the doorway:the valley of the river. ~ What wears away the hard stone,the high mountain?The wind. The dust on the wind.The rain. The rain on the wind. What wears the hardness of hate away?Breath,...

All art [creativity, living, effort] is a work in progress. It's helpful to see the piece we're working on as an experiment. One in which we can't predict the outcome. Whatever the result, we will receive useful information that will benefit the next experiment. If...