Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.