Amazement awaits us at every corner.
For me, prose walks, poetry dances.
I like things which appear fragile but are tough inside.
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.
For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
Acclaim is a distraction.