"Poets and artists have long walked along the border of their cultures, with their antennae alert to what’s in the air and underground, with their eyes open to the light and dark. Poetry, myth, prayer attempt to translate, to bring across into words, the soul’s journey to wholeness. They do not offer easy answers but a language which travels and comes home, a speech of heart and truth, ecstatic or sorrowful. This soul-language of windows and mirrors, a language of light and dark, a language of fire and water, radiance and depth, a language that somehow (I’m never quite sure how) always includes silence."