Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see?Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear?Can you perch on my shouldersso you can go where I go?Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you.This shared wonderment becomes doubled.This shared love becomes infinite.

There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.

We are the source of infinite love, infinite joy, and infinite happiness, but we spend our whole life looking for love, joy and happiness. How foolish is this?

If God created the universe, there was a time when he commenced to create. Back of that commencement there must have been an eternity. In that eternity what was this God doing? He certainly did not think. There was nothing to think about. He did not remember. Nothing had ever happened. What did he do? Can you imagine anything more absurd than an infinite intelligence in infinite nothing wasting an eternity?

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly as my embrace of my nothingness. Most days don’t really matter, because there is only this day, and right now I feel like fear is all I am. I don’t want you to leave. Just let me pretend you won’t.'He wrapped his arms around me and we slept. For that night, we would last forever.

I’ll always be a student, because I think of music as never ending.

Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.

Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone.