All shall love me and despair!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.

Lao Gan Ma Noodles & The Godmother of The Godmother Sauces

I say less. Perhaps because—I suspect—I feel more. If I were to put words to it, we’d be in deep waters indeed. 

Still I am learning unconditional and true / Still I am burning unconditional for you

Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for:

MONGOLIAN CHICKEN

I'm impressed. That might be the closest to an orgy on stage we've ever had