“How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.”

“I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing”

“You left ground and sky weeping,mind and soul full of grief.No one can take your place in existence,or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets,and this sadness I feel has taken from methe taste of language, so that I cannot saythe flavor of my being apart.”

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”

“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.”

“Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence,you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is.Where they come from never goes dry.It is an always flowing spring.”

“I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.”