Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.

Money is only a human invention.

Events, time, forms, all propel the inner plot within each of us.

Where you see valid achievements or virtue being attacked, it's by someone viewing them as a mirror of their own inadequacy instead of an inspiring beacon for excellence.

Poetry is our heart, our spirit, our soul. Call it whatever; without it, everything else is nothing but hardware.

People at large are becoming more aware that there is much more to reality and to themselves than what meets the eye.

My body is an avatar.