I am you; please listen.

I will open my mouth for you to sing through.

I want to be one half of everything.

All of creation is a report to be filed on beauty and fear.

What pushes us apart holds us together.

Before you can put your hand in the river, first you must have a hand.

Braid the mane of the lion that’s dragging you away.

And write like you kiss, desperately and without fear.

Become a plate of clear glass and watch the light pass through you.

I cry so much, I’m a one-man rainforest.

Whether at the beginning or end of the night, for all its life, a candle burns just as bright.

Do not stop yourself, crawl through the moon into a different dimension.

Should you find a different world just above your bed, step through the doorway lying above you.

I exist solely for the sake of life to see. I find rest in knowing cosmos blink inside of me.

Water the seeds of your good ideas. They were not born as trees.

God has golden teeth. I know because I got caught on one when he tried to chew me up. I made a home in his molar that he can't rid. His frustrated elephant tongue hunts me but cannot break me free.

Always assume that it’s lightning.

We are always at the moment when the material becomes the tapestry. We live in the collapsing of what is and what can be.

Hey, rock bottom is still on top of the world.

Call me crazy, but you're crazy.

My other car is a letter to God. No stamp.

Detect maximum neutral. Right on.

Potential energy is halved by duplicity. Is doubled by parity. Is displayed by a line. That is and isn't there.

Each heartbeat is a new creature that goes on to live alone.

Do not belittle the beauty of the frightful unknown.

In the shadow of string, the shadow of a heartbeat, the outline of an oblong memory, everything.

Before the fruit, the root.

If you’re happy when you die, you die happy.

My face grew wings today. I don’t know where they’re taking me.

I hate waking up and not knowing where I am. So I sure hope not to die in my sleep.

You are a sense organ for the universe. The inner ear, perhaps.

The love of life itself is the only cure for death.

Can you tell me that when I wake I do not wake to heaven?

What are these concerns that keep me from loving this moment? I'll pull them like thorns from my body and swim smoothly through the waters of time.

The stone asks: “Is this how it feels to be a stone?”