I close my eyes, and think of water.

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.

Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.

Practice good personal hygiene. Wash your hands before you eat. Be aware of good clean water and food sources.

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.

In life, you gotta do something. And the medical journals keep on saying if you've got a goal or some passion in life, you'll outlive all the other guys who - the bank manager that retired. They gave him a rocking chair and he rocked himself to death. So you gotta have a passion, whatever it happens to be. Whether it's this or something else, it doesn't matter, as long as it's a reason to get out of bed every morning, as my accountant of 50 years keeps on saying.