My house is the red earth . . . .
There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.
Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.
I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies
If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.