The ignorant mind with its infinite afflictions passions and evils is rooted in the three poisons. Greed anger and delusion.
As contagion of sickness makes sickness contagion of trust can make trust.
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other...
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
