As the saying goes, you might as well be yourself; everyone else is taken.
Advice, Writing
It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again,Drawing up from the great roots.
Poetry
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
Poetry, Sacred
I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea.
The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living
Dreams, Sky, Human
We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.
Heaven, Dreams, Genius