Your Fear Of Death Is But The

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

And What Word Is Knowledge But A Shadow Of Wordless Knowledge?

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

No Lower Can A Man Descend Than To Interpret His Dreams Into Gold And Silver.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.