A life on this land ceases to exist
And this soul swims in the sea of the eternal
The unknown departed provided me with a gift
This must be a true fact, for I have no other explanation from where these words come
One day, I knew not what poetry was.
The next day words flowed endlessly from a vast unknown.
I think not of their structure or sense
From some divine place they arrive, and they beckon action and they require love
And this gift has not been given to me freely, as I have no right or possibility to decline
The responsibility large
I will hold this gift in delicate yet fierce repose
I will welcome the words and images as if they were another’s. I will watch over them with care
I know not whom to thank
And so I simply look upwards with acknowledgment and respect