After a very long, thick and painful darkness, when I had looked where usually no one wants to look. Where usually there seems to be nothing to look for. She was there - in me. In no other. And She was in All and Everything. She was Everything. And she was not to be separated from everything else. She didn't have to be explained. She didn't have to be known. She had to let Be. She had to let flow togehter with tears of despair and ecstatic laughter.

She spoke many languages - soft, quiet, harsh, wild, loving and stern, she knew Life and she knew Death. She gave and she took. I am a verb. I am a movement. Exit point and dance. Eyes to see the world with. A heart to feel pain and beauty with. I weave through All that is.

I am my own muse and artist

I am my own guru and follower

I am my own best teacher and student

I am my own museum, exhibit and exhibition curator

I am my own laboratory, lab rat and researcher

But to see and feel it, I needed God, Nature and Work.

Time and other people