If You Don't Fill Your Days With

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

You're Closer To Your Glory Leaping An Abyss Than Re-upholstering A Rut.

My Major Aim In Writing Is To Set Out Flags And Issue Wake-up Calls.

For Me A Poem Has To Sing Out Of Itself And The Lilt Of It Carries The Magic.

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.