For Me A Poem Has To Sing

Everything Is Song. Everything Is Silence. Since It All Turns Out To Be Illusion, Perfectly Being What It Is, Having Nothing To Do With Good Or Bad, You Are Free To Die Laughing.

Consciousness Is The Glory Of Creation.

Everything That Ever Happened Is Still Happening. Past, Present And Future Keep Happening In The Eternity Which Is Here And Now.

If Bitterness Wants To Get Into The Act, I Offer It A Cookie Or A Gumdrop.

True Delicacy Is Not A Fragile Thing.