- Nov. 10, 2020
-- "Peering through the mist, still unable to find a ticket to nirvana, thus I find myself floating past Buddhist lighthouses and the tears of aging flower ladies."
Marc Creamore resides in Langley British Columbia with his wife and two daughters. A writer for more than 50 years, his inspiration comes from studying the historical elements of human existence, listening to music, and reading Eastern philosophy. This is his eighth volume of poetry.
I sense that at this crucial time humanity is beginning to realize that if we are to evolve as a species then we must revolutionize our thought processes. There are borders all around us, whether they be political, religious or created in the mind itself and it is imperative that we break them down if we are ever to grow. I understand that this will be very difficult . . . we have had century after century of limiting our ability to truly explore the vast spectrum of possibilities we possess. But if we are to survive in the future we must set aside our differences and come together in a collective spirit of compassion and deep understanding. This, I guess, is the basic premise that I have been trying to expound poetically for the last 40 or 50 years.
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