For Me, Prose Walks, Poetry Dances.

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

Being Identified As A Poet In France Or Denmark Or India One Is Greeted With Gracious Respect.

For Me, Prose Walks, Poetry Dances.

For Me A Poem Has To Sing Out Of Itself And The Lilt Of It Carries The Magic.

Some Artists Shrink From Self-awareness, Fearing That It Will Destroy Their Unique Gifts And Even Their Desire To Create. The Truth Of The Matter Is Quite Opposite.