If you write for the sake of writing; You're not writing. If you create for the sake of creating; You're not creating. If you think for the sake of thinking; You're not thinking. If you celebrate for the sake of celebration; You're not celebrating. When you're driven by an inner drive to manifest; When you and your poetry become one entity; When fragrance and flower are not alienated; When clouds and waters have the same identity; In that mode of existence, I, you, we all exist as an ethereal substance and process. A being, non-being, and becoming; A perpetual engulf of time; Constant joy of divine spirit; Then, all the things are the same and different; Then, sorrow is swallowed by the ecstasy of nature's playfulness; In that spirit we all create and are created.
There is something in everything and everything in something.