Forward My Mail To Mars.

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

Forward My Mail To Mars.

Poetry Is Language Surprised In The Act Of Changing Into Meaning.

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

I Refuse To Turn To Theology To Justify The Life Or Redeem It. There Is A Question Always Of The Connection To The Eternal. I Say To Myself Above All, Keep Alive Your Conviction That There Are Sacred Elements In The Life In The Practice Of The Life That Must Be Respected. But The Conviction In The Existence Of The Sacred Does Not Necessarily Imply That You Need To Believe In A Creator, Because We Are The Ones That Made The Sacred.