Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

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

My house is the red earth . . . .

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.