Life Defined Only As The Opposite Of

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.