I dance in honor of your wisdom and beauty,
and I dance in honor of your wrathful rage.
This is the only devotion I know.
I dance in honor of your wisdom and beauty,
and I dance in honor of your wrathful rage.
This is the only devotion I know.
i put down the notebook
and pickup the laptop
i want to go to sleep
but there are no words
A poem that isn’t willing to fight for its life is not worth pursuing.
Find time to let your mind wander.
Don’t be afraid.
Chant chigata-chunk for an hour and tell me what it evolves into.