Category: Poetry

I am convinced we cannot live without beauty. We may exist, or survive, but we will not live. And it is entirely possible that beauty may be dependent upon us as well. A tree may exist in the forest without humans there to see it, but it will not be beautiful if its beauty is not perceived.

Love is the music of rain. In a drenching downpour body and soul mesh. I once swam from water to land from an ancient part of my brain. Please bury me at sea.

Creating beauty may be one of the most subversive forms of cultural activism, because it is powerful enough to shift paradigms. To unite us.

A snowy top is only what the mountain allows, a waterfall is what the mountain says it is, an horizon is what the mountain directs. Everything else is added to these things but nothing is more than a tree or mountain.

Rather than grandiose scenery, fabulous effects, spectacular costumes, I prefer simplicity. Give me an empty stage with simple, honest acting–that is beauty.