No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Writing at least is a silent meditation even though you’re going a hundred miles an hour.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.