In Order To Write Poetry,

Don't Try To Rush Things: For The Cup To Run Over, It Must First Be Filled.

And To Walk Through Life In Dreams Out Of Love For The Hand That Guides Us.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It.

Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. (walk, There Is No Path, The Path Is Made By Walking.)