Writing poetry, to me, is one of the best therapies that I can imagine. It matters not what the subject may be or what the feeling happens to be; when the lines are written, the heart becomes light and free. The things on this earth are so exciting and wonderful that merely writing about the antics of an insect can be an enthralling learning experience. A purging of the mind, heart and soul is exhilarating; and one can feel cleansed, even if only for a little while.

....to explore....to go on never as before....to wander into infinity....what else is there in store?

....we love, we cry, we sing, we praise, we live, we die....yet. life goes on.