In today's world it is deceptively easy to lose sight of our direction and the things that matter and give us joy. How quickly the days can slip by, the years all gone, and we, at the end of our lives, mourning the life we dreamed of but never lived. Poetry urges us to stand once and for all, and now, in the heart of our own life.

I had a classic case of what people call "seeker's disease." That was part of my journey, but now, meaning is like a secret that's revealing itself moment by moment, day by day.

A knowing of what needs to be done or what needs to be said or what needs to happen at any given time. That is wisdom and wisdom does not come from the accumulation of knowledge.

It is from that region of silence, that wordless knowing comes.

When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

The natural wish and impetus to feel oneself to be an individual, to be special, includes standing out more than anyone else.