Poetry Is A Dumb Buddha Who Thinks

Actually, When I Look At My Old Notebooks, I Think I Have Been A Bit Self-indulgent And Have Given Myself Too Much Time To Meander In My Discursive Thoughts. I Could Have Cut Through Sooner. Yet It Is Good To Know About Our Terrible Selves, Not Laud Or Criticize Them, Just Acknowledge Them. Then, Out Of This Knowledge, We Are Better Equipped To Make A Choice For Beauty, Kind Consideration And Clear Truth. We Make This Choice With Our Feet Firmly On The Ground. We Are Not Running Wildly After Beauty With Fear At Our Backs.

That's Very Nice If They Want To Publish You, But Don't Pay Too Much Attention To It. It Will Toss You Away. Just Continue To Write.

Writing Can Teach Us The Dignity Of Speaking The Truth.

Can We Walk That Thin Line Between Constant Change And Continuation? And In The Middle Of This Flux, Feel Gratitude But Not Hold On? Gratitude Greases The Joints To Let Us Let Go, And At The Same Time To Stop And Realize We Received Something. Gratitude Is The Most Developed And Mature Of Human Emotions.

The First Thing Is How Awful Cancer Was, The Experience. When You First Go Through It, You're Just Trying To Survive. But When I Wrote About It, I Really Digested It. It Was Unbearable But I Had Practice Behind Me.