Everyone Forgets Icarus Also Flew.

Being Alive Is So Extraordinary I Don’t Know Why People Limit It To Riches, Pride, Security—all Of Those Things Life Is Built On. People Miss So Much Because They Want Money And Comfort And Pride, A House And A Job To Pay For The House. And They Have To Get A Car. You Can’t See Anything From A Car. It’s Moving Too Fast. People Take Vacations. That’s Their Reward—the Vacation. Why Not The Life?

I Dream Of Lost Vocabularies That Might Express Some Of What We No Longer Can.

Waking At Night The Blue River Is Grey At Morning And Evening. There Is Twilight At Dawn And Dusk. I Lie In The Dark Wondering If This Quiet In Me Now Is A Beginning Or An End.

What We Feel Most Has No Name But Amber, Archers, Cinnamon, Horses And Birds.

Why Do So Manysettle For So Little? I Don't Understand Why They're Not Greedy For What's Inside Them.