Things that really matter that make their way into any expression or invention can’t be measured and are in fact beyond common logic. It’s never the thing or for the thing itself, it’s the experience and expression of being alive that naturally takes a form.
It’s Life meeting itself again and again. It’s love.
One could have all this far removed from their immediate perception, but it’s never for too long because how could it be for too long?
You are never too far away from yourself, for you could never be.
Every piece of the seeming puzzle is life meeting itself uninterruptedly.
Every poem is you meeting yourself.
Act like it.