Dream your dreams with your eyes closed, but live your dreams with your eyes open.
You enter the forest
at the darkest point,
where there is no path.
Where there is a way or path,
it is someone else’s path.
You are not on your own path.
If you follow someone else’s way,
you are not going to realize
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.