Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients;

Orchidbreathing Incense Into Butterfly's Wings

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

The Journey Itself Is My Home.