Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor.
Marie Ponsot
2.
Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt,
Leap, leap between us and the easy out;
Teach us to seize, to use, to sleep well, to let go;
Let our loves, freed in us, gaudy and graceful, grow.
Marie Ponsot
3.
I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air