“Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life's mysteries. But there is nothing.”
“When words don't come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing." ~ Strider Marcus Jones, Poet”
“It seems only yesterday that I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.”
“A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.”
“A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get under, and I will illuminate the night. ”
“Might we begin then to transform our passing illuminations into abiding light?”