I Wanted To Be Calm, Like A

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

I’ve Never Been In Those Places Where I’ve Never Been And Never Will Be, I Have No Share In The Infinity Of Light-years And Dark-years, But The Darkness Is Mine, And The Light, And My Time Is My Own.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.