Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows..

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere..

The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will..

The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go..