hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

The eyes of my eyes are opened.