Acclaim Is A Distraction.

The Only Limits Are, As Always, Those Of Vision.

The Quietest Poetry Can Be An Explosion Of Joy.

Everything Is Song. Everything Is Silence. Since It All Turns Out To Be Illusion, Perfectly Being What It Is, Having Nothing To Do With Good Or Bad, You Are Free To Die Laughing.

Being Identified As A Poet In France Or Denmark Or India One Is Greeted With Gracious Respect.

Amazement Awaits Us At Every Corner.