“Space is a wind that does not blow
On Betelgeuse and time – oh time – is a bird,
Whose wings have never stirred
The golden avenues of leaves
On Betelgeuse.”

“.. the wind of 'art brut' blows on writing as well as on other avenues of artistic creation.”

“Time cannot be mastered, just like the unpredictable wind that leaves us wondering which direction it is going to blow next.”

“In the big house,
Where the sun lives,
With the walls so white and blue.
In the red soil,
All the green grows.
And the winds blow across your face.
They blow across your heart.
It's the time of the turning and there's something stirring outside.
It's the time of turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes.”

“The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same”

“To a Young Poet

Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.
Bird and wing together
Go down, one feather.

No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you,
Can die as others do.”

“At break of day I feel as if I'm clasping a bouquet of smiling flowers
But the wind of time does not cease blowing
And the hours wilt like falling petals.”

“Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction!”

“In another time's forgotten space, your eyes looked through your mother's face, Wildflower seed on the sand and stone, may the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away … the dew”

“It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.”