Wild Sings The Bird Of

People Want Poetry. They Need Poetry. They Get It. They Don't Want Fancy Work.

It's Not A Competition, It's A Doorway.

I Believe In Kindness. Also In Mischief. Also In Singing, Especially When Singing Is Not Necessarily Prescribed.

Truly, We Live With Mysteries Too Marvelous To Be Understood. How Grass Can Be Nourishing In The Mouths Of The Lambs. How Rivers And Stones Are Forever In Allegiance With Gravity While We Ourselves Dream Of Rising.

Why Should I Not Sit, Every Morning Of My Life, On The Hillside, Looking Into The Shining World?