Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

She is free in her wildness she is a wanderess a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. Time for her isnt something to fight against. Her life flows clean with passion like fresh water.

As I look back on my life I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men we must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for us... Honor. A mans honor should be more sacred to him than his life especially in our age a time when very few men know what honor is.

As for you girls you must risk everything for Freedom and give everything for Passion loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

I like the posture but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden the moment but not the dream. Quiet my love. Be still. I am sleeping.