But no words will change my desire / My determination born of love / My will to set my eccentric sight / On an ever exquisite dawn.

These poems are a mental sketch as formed / Passage by passage of light and shade / Maintained and preserved to this point / Brought together in pape….

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey..

We ordinary people must forge our own beauty. We must set fire to the greyness of our labor with the art of our own lives ... What is the essence of ….

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns..