Why dost thou cry for lost pebbles,
whilst thou sits amongst such heavenly treasures?
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

“Why do you thirst for the droplets upstream
when you are surrounded by water?”
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

“Gratitude, sweet nectar from my pores,
doth make the hummingbird pause.”
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

How long I have been like the branch,
claiming life, while separate from the tree.
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

Thou teacheth me forgiveness,
and yet my mind condemns
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

How is’t Thy quiet speaks so loud?
How strange Thy nothingness fills.
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

How shall I teach my children to live
if I myself am afraid to die?
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

You give me freely, yet here I beg.
Your store sans limit, I shop outside.
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

How curiously I squeeze
Thy truths into Dixie cups.
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen

I spent many years living to leave my mark.
Now live hoping I leave none.
-- from Of Poets, Prophets and Madmen