A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
The best way out is always through.
Made from 100% recycled karmaThe Heart Drive Word PressMud to Lotus"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy