perfectionism is the enemy of art. Since art is essentially divine play, not dogged work, it often happens that as one becomes more professionally driven one also becomes less capriciously playful.
language can't be appropriated by one person, one poet. The words belong to all of us.
The soul is awakened through service.
Flesh is merely a lesson. We learn it & pass on.
A baby's mother also needs a mother.
I'm very dependant. I fall apart regularly.