A poet can turn br to the splendor of his own br innermost sanctum. br br There, to draw upon br the fertile fields of his mind, br lush in their beauty. br br There is no limit br to the imaging power br for new creation. br br Fed by desire br to get to know an ego br so deeply buried. br br An awesome music br resonating from craters, br the inner soulmate. br br Respect this treasure br of poetry in action. br We all are poets.