When a dear friend must depart, the heart feels like a boat cut from its mooring. Words often fail, but a poem can be...

Many look upon a mountain and see only rock and tree. A poet must see its spirit, the living breath that flows through the...

I have spent more nights with the moon for a companion and a mountain for a pillow than I have in the gilded halls...

The world insists we follow paths as straight as canals, our days measured by plans as rigid as a scholar's grid. But when the...

The world offers endless clamor, but true understanding is found in stillness. With this simple cup, I will show you how to quiet the...

In this fleeting world, we are but travelers between heaven and earth. Our joys are brief, like a spring dream. What endures? A true...

A man who would rule the world must first learn from water. I have spent a thousand nights with the moon as my cupbearer...

In my long years of wandering beneath the heavens, I have learned that loneliness is but a closed door. The world aches to be...

The world of men is a cage of dust, full of endless striving and clamor that muddies the spirit. I have found that true...