The wolf is living for the earth.

Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

Where white is black and black is white, I won.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

What happens in the heart simply happens.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.