Poetry is, above all, an approach to the truth of feeling.
Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.
The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.
I speak to you. You speak to me. Is that fragile?
As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.
I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.