Live In The Layers, Not On The

I Have Walked Through Many Lives, Some Of Them My Own, And I Am Not Who I Was, Though Some Principle Of Being Abides, From Which I Struggle Not To Stray.

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.