Sand and Foam

How can you sing if your mouth be filled with food?
How shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold?

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If you sing of beauty, though alone in the heart of the desert, you will have an audience.

I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.”

A poet is a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.

Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.

How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative

The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you.
Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what at he says but rather to what he does not say.

I am ignorant of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance, and therein lies my honour and my reward.