No One Else Can Hold Your Hand

I Used To Get Criticized For Putting Food In Novels.

A Poet Must Discover That It’s His Own Story That Is True, Even If The Truth Is Small Indeed.

We Are All One. When We Allow Ourselves To Become Aware Of This Statement In Its Purest Form, We Open The Doors To Reveal The Oneness Of Being. Using The Process Of Conscious Evolution We Begin To Recognise Our True Underlying Identity, For Once We Have Glimpsed The Existence Of This Realm, We Then Begin To Reveal What It Is . . . . Our True Natural State.

The Answer Is Always In The Entire Story, Not A Piece Of It.

Sometimes The Only Answer To Death Is Lunch.