Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
And I say to my heart: rave on.
It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.