I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both a question and answer. It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.