“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.”

“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it,I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.”

“Do not leave me,hide in my heart like a secret,wind around my head like a turban."I come and go as I please,"you say, "swift as a heartbeat."You can tease me as much as you likebut never leave me.”

“I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long."The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?”

“Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.”

“This mirror inside me shows.I can’t say what, but I can’t not know.I run from body. I run from spirit.I do not belong anywhere.”

“What can I do my friends, if I do not know?I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do?Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea,Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?”