I knew I should not have gazed into the abyss as a child -for the abyss peered back.
a luminous mist surrounds me, unvarying,
that breaks things down into a single thing,
colorless, formless. Almost into a thought.
The elemental, vast night and the day
teeming with people have become that fog
of constant, tentative light that does not flag,
and lies in wait at dawn. I longed to see
just once a human face. Unknown to me
the closed encyclopedia, the sweet play
in volumes I can do no more than hold,
the tiny soaring birds, the moons of gold.
Others have the world, for better or worse;
I have this half-dark, and the toil of verse.
“Quitting my day job and starting my life as a writer was a tremendous risk, it was a fool’s leap, a shot in the dark, but anything of value in our lives, whether that be a career, a work of art, a relationship, will always start with such a leap.
And in order to be able to make it you have to put aside the fear of failing and the desire of succeeding. You have to do those things completely purely without fear, without desire. Because things that we do without lust or result are the purest actions we ever take.”