I was born with my eyes turned inward.

How beautiful is the experience of dance. It can melt the grief of a heart with its steps of solace.

In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit.These are the things all the great philosophersjust won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathingAnd you keep writing-creating because that’s what you...

It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle – poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it...

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

Intellectuals are rebels, not revolutionaries.

For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas.

You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.

Only the poet can look beyond the detail and see the whole picture.

This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my...

Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet.

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I...

…what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?…

Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the...

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

In this world there are thousands of healers but none possesses the medication of spiritual ecstasy like dance.

when you’re a poetyou can dish out whatever’son your mind and you don’t have toapologize for it

Question not, but live and labourTill yon goal be won,Helping every feeble neighbour,Seeking help from none;Life is mostly froth and bubble,Two things stand like stone,Kindness in another’s trouble,Courage in your own.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

… and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself...

We choose exile as a vantage point; from exile we look back on the rejected

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

Poetry is another name for a person’s telling of the self, existence and what is beyond, and one’s own perceptions.

The Best Thing I love about being a writer and a poet is, I can make up my own words to fit my imagination.

The worst Persian voluptuary could never have imagined my most ordinary day.

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is no longer...

When a dancer performs, melody transforms into a carriage, expressions turn into fuel and spirit experiences a journey to a magical world where every aspiration becomes a conquest.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world...

How are his poems?””He’s not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

The trouble with poetry is it’s often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

My heart’s scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face – that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

Live for everything, or die for nothing

I am the constellation of my own.

At one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The...

I believe that Gaston Cleric narrowly missed being a great poet, and I have sometimes thought that his outbursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat...

When confronted with suffering that won’t go away or with even a minor problem, we instinctively focus on what is missing,…not on the Master’s hand. Often when you think everything has gone wrong, it’s just...

If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.

To my way of thinking the function of the poet is to make us aware of what we know and don’t know we know.

The pure and poorly adapted one who crashed against the world of fakes and cheats.

The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.

Early in her career, Muse engaged her skills for technical purposes, such as document translation and schematic visualizations for government entities. She continued to write and paint poetically, in secret, using her pen name, Muse....

A poem for Beth: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I didn’t know what love meant, until I looked it up in the dictionary.