Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.
May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.
Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.
One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.
How little we understandof the gifts we have been givenor the shape of the pathwe took to reach our salvation.
The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Too often our visions of the futureare dull and impotentlike a hammer beating the water.
Sometimes we fight who we are, struggling against ourselves and our natures. But we must learn to accept who we are and appreciate who we become. We must love ourselves for what and who we are, and believe in our talents.
Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.
Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.
My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.
Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.
Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.
Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.
Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words, and to journey into the depths of many multi-colored worlds.
May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows.
All things old become new again. In my youth the athletes had crew cuts and the hippies had long hair. Now the athletes have long hair and the hippies are bald.
Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking.
Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.
Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes.
What I really want is to be recognized as a writer; that someday, my poetry — this is an interesting paradox — would be taught in English classes; for my name, along with my poetry, to exist 500 years from now.
Service to others in their time of need is a privilege and an honor.
Too much has been given and too much has been lost.
Haiku does not express emotion from the inside out by displaying the mind of a character. Haiku builds the emotional thrust, makes the artistic statement from the outside in, from the physical world to the mind of the reader.
Knowing when and how to change course is important to success. Self-doubt is a lighthouse that will keep you from running aground. Don’t become shipwrecked on the rocks of time. Be willing to rethink your decisions and change course.
So much is buried in our lives that we forget what we have learned.
What’s the use of writing poetry for your peers? I don’t think I should sell my poetry to other poets. If that’s who my audience is, I’m dead, I’m not going to make any money.
Reading haiku is like viewing a photograph or a painting. A haiku is a moment of time, isolated, and held up for viewing.