Not money or fame

It isn’t money; it isn’t fame or your attention, but poetry in the line, in the life, a lifeline. I am hooked by its jazz-like ease, its difficulty, a contradiction that gives me eyes and ears. I see the blind, who can see only money, and hear the deaf, who can sing for only fame. I learned if I try, then I can forget to try. I learned I can sing without learning the notes. No one pays you to look up and see the sky; no one loves you because you can sleep in peace. People used to live without earning money, but living without love, without poetry, is like death.