The church always arrives on the scene a little breathless and a little late.
The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off a traveling of sound and meaning, as a curve of emotion (a form) plotted by certain crises of events or image or sound, or as a title which evokes a sense of inner relations; this is the first 'surfacing' of the poem. Then a period of stillness may follow.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.
However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand.
As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.
At the heart of personality is the need to feel a sense of being lovable without having to qualify for that acceptance.
I thought that was the coolest thing in the world, the idea of somebody trying to solve mysteries. I would see conspiracies in everything. I think I believed in leprechauns longer than any of my fellow classmates because I tried to catch them.