A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.
The words were unexpected, but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart, that wants to be found, wants to be spoken, wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.
Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?
Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.
Every little thing wants to be loved.
You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind.
I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.