One Must Think Like A Hero To

Routine Is Not A Prison, But The Way Into Freedom From Time.

I Think Of The Trees And How Simply They Let Go, Let Fall The Riches Of A Season, How Without Grief (it Seems) They Can Let Go And Go Deep Into Their Roots For Renewal And Sleep.... Imitate The Trees. Learn To Lose In Order To Recover, And Remember That Nothing Stays The Same For Long, Not Even Pain, Psychic Pain. Sit It Out. Let It All Pass. Let It Go.

When One's Not Writing Poems - And I'm Not At The Moment - You Wonder How You Ever Did It. It's Like Another Country You Can't Reach.

Words Are My Passion / And Out Of Them And Me / I Would Create Beauty.

Have The Courage To Write Whatever Your Dream Is For Yourself.