Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.