Each Moment Presents What Happens.

It Is Not Futile To Do What We Do. We Wake Up With Energy And We Do Something. And We Make, Of Course, Failures And We Make Mistakes, But We Sometimes Get Glimpses Of What We Might Do Next.

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

The World Is Teeming; Anything Can Happen.

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

I Like Being Moved. I Don't Like Being Pushed.