I am not always full,
but neither is the moon
and she still finds a way
to pour her light into the sky.

Be there
to hold my hand,
or don’t.
Either way,
I am never letting go
of myself.

Wrap up the love
you so madly give to others
and open it
for
yourself.

Learn to love your tears.
They are
falling
for
you.

Despite all my rage
I am still just four minutes
of silence
                          —John Cage

For every boon there's a bane,
For every mad there's a sane.
For every love there's a hate,
For every human there's a mate.
For every word there's a rhyme,
For every emotion there's a mime.
For every ugly there's a beauty,
For every shirker there's a duty.
For every pain there's a pleasure,
For every heart there's an embrasuer.
For every belief there's a myth,
For every innocent there's some filth.
For every sinner there's a saint,
For every thought there's some taint.