Quotes About Journey

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

think what you hope for is that at different times of your life you're able to write the poetry that reflects the moment that you're in on your own journey.

For me the road became a zone, in places like Saint Marks poetry Project where I worked for 12 years.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …

So we found the end of our journey.So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ? ?

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life's final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

No reprimand in the mirrorSlow walk to LiberiaSlow dance across the SaharaSlow unraveling of gray matter

Swift waters parted by the jagged rocks are joined at river's end. / ????? ?????? ??? ?????? ???????

Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows

I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free. Amarillo by morning, Amarillo is where I'll be.

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win.

People who leave Washington do so by way of the box... ballet or coffin.