For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
I'm happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.
If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.
Life is adventure, not predicament.
Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.
Acclaim is a distraction.