Freedom is not a tea party$$$ India. Freedom is a war.

One either loves$$$ or waits for love$$$ or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices.

A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable$$$ to point at frauds$$$ to take sides$$$ start arguments$$$ shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.

I know you're tired but come$$$ this is the way.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.

Take by surprise and the world gives up resistance.

When I give$$$ I give myself.

The piano has been drinking$$$ not me.

I have lived with several Zen masters — all of them cats.