Thank you.
I have no place to stay.

I need to regroup;
to organise my life.

I really appreciate this.


*******.
I feel humiliated.

I need to be independant;
to stand on my own.

I feel really ashamed.


Thank you.
I am learning to be humble.

I need to shed my pride;
to lessen my arrogance.

I accept this humiliation,
on the road to humility.

If I paint a picture
I get the credit.

That's my painting;
I made it.

If someone else paints a picture for me,
it's their picture.

So-and-so made me this painting.
It's their painting.

If I shoot a picture with my camera
it's my picture.

Just hold on a minute.
The camera did all the work!

I just pointed it in a certain direction and
push a button at a particular time.

Sit alone—take a sip.
Lean back—take a sip.

Enjoy the shade—take a sip.
Look around—take a sip.

Pet the dog—take a sip.
Sit alone—take a sip—and drink beer.

I do not want to write
a perfect poem.
I do want to express
my feelings and ideas.

My perfect poem would be
thoughtful and sensitive.

My perfect poem would be
bold and exciting.

My perfect poem would express
my feelings and ideas.

I do not want to write with
perfect form.
I do want to write
a perfect poem.

Where does inspiration come from?
From me? From you?
From the moon? From the stars?
From the divinity? From humanity?

Where does inspiration come from?
From awareness.
From interactions.
From everything.

Desk—screen,
keyboard and mouse.

Headache—pulsing,
right eye throbbing.

Tension—sore
neck and shoulders

Hands—numb fingers,
wrists on fire.

Mind—wandering;
sleepy and distracted.

Waiting—five o'clock,
weekend, retirement.

Life—wasted,
nothing accomplished.

World—rotting,
worse than ever.

you
me
live
we
us
survive
all