The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.
One thing I do know is that poetry, to be understood, must be clear.
Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving
The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?