It is good to walk alone,

but out of a companion,

the world is grown.

Sun shines on my paper,

and black ink writes sages' words

Though the truth I know deep in my heart:

Words of wisdom are worth less than a fart.

2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts

The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….