Bardic Mood: The True Poetic Spirit

Some of my best poetry comes from a state of altered consciousness; the richness and the concentration of one’s spirit results in a vast, oceanic expanse of meaning and purity of sentiment.

This is the time of mystery, when one’s most extraordinary work is finally possible, and miracles become something real, and not an eternally deferred possibility.

The artistic spirit comes and goes with the wind; there is none that can beckon it, and there is not a single soul on earth with the power to dispel it.