There was a shooting star above my valley and I thought, “Take me with you.” Why not? I have had a good walk on this earth, found a corner where I fit, and lived a life there. Why not shoot across the universe in a wild ball of flame and disappear in a flash? Do you think I planned to live forever?
To write poems is to sit inside of the burning bush. Li-Young Lee said that. Yet, there is no god, and the bush continues to burn and to make commands nonetheless. I said that. Climb inside with me. Bring pen and paper with you. There is much yet to do.
I take my fundamental cue from John Coltrane; there must be a priority of integrity, honesty, decency, and mastery of craft.
If you are capable of living deeply one moment in your life, you can learn to live the same way all the other moments of your life.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
See ya. Be good humans.