Without Anxiety Life Would Have Very Little

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

For Me A True Poem Is On The Way When I Begin To Be Haunted, When It Seems As If I Were Being Asked An Inescapable Question By An Angel With Whom I Must Wrestle To Get At The Answer.

We Have To Dare To Be Ourselves, However Frightening Or Strange That Self May Prove To Be.

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.

There Is A Proper Balance Between Not Asking Enough Of Oneself And Asking Or Expecting Too Much.