The Stars Began To Burn

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

As A Child, What Captivated Me Was Reading The Poems Myself And Realizing That There Was A World Without Material Substance Which Was Nevertheless As Alive As Any Other.

Every Word Is A Messenger. Some Have Wings; Some Are Filled With Fire; Some Are Filled With Death.

As Long As You're Dancing, You Can Break The Rules.

Though I Play At The Edges Of Knowing, Truly I Know Our Part Is Not Knowing, But Looking, And Touching, And Loving