We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.