“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.”
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
“I don’t count the time.”
Poetry has to do with the dynamization of emotion into a separate form. This is the force of imagination.
Life is very long.
What has been spoiled through man’s fault can be made good again through man’s work. – I Ching
Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?