To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings.

What you can plan is too small for you to live. What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To feel a full and untrammeled joy is to have become fully generous; to allow our selves to be joyful is to have walked through the doorway of fear, the dropping away of the anxious worried self...the vulnerability of happiness felt suddenly as a strength, a solace and a source, the claiming of our place in the living conversation.

The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties.

I returned to poetry as a more precise way to describe the world, more precise than science.

Some things cannot be spoken or discovered until we have been stuck, incapacitated, or blown off course for awhile. Plain sailing is pleasant, but you are not going to explore many unknown realms that way.

There's a fierce practicality and empiricism which the whole imaginative, lyrical aspect of poetry comes from.