Poetry Is A Way Of Looking At

So This Is What I Am Pondering His Eyes That Could Not Conceive That I Was A Creature To Run From I Who Have Always Believed Too Much In Words

From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.

To Succeed [,] Consider What Is As Though It Were Past, Deem Yourself Inevitable And Take Credit For It. If You No Longer Believe, Enlarge The Temple.

What I Really Believe Is The Only Hopeful Relation Between Our Life And The Whole Of Life Is One Of Reverence And Respect And Of Feeling At One With It. The Other Attitude Which Is The One Our Society Is Based On Is Devastating And It Is Killing The Earth And It Is Killing Us Too.

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.