If You Don't Fill Your Days With

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.

Most Poets, Like Most People, Try Hard To Be Like Someone They Admire Or They Are Possessed With An Image Of What They Ought To Be.

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

Acclaim Is A Distraction.

Everything That Ever Happened Is Still Happening. Past, Present And Future Keep Happening In The Eternity Which Is Here And Now.