The price of our vitality is the sum of all our fears

A soul-based workplace asks things of me that I didn't even know I had. It's constantly telling me that I belong to something large in the world.

Poetry for me has been a long pilgrimage, a journey and a growing relationship with the unknown.

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

Absent the edge, we drown in numbness.

Anything that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

Eventually we realize that not knowing what to do is just as real and just as useful as knowing what to do. Not knowing stops us from taking false directions. Not knowing what to do, we start to pay real attention. Just as people lost in the wilderness, on a cliff face or in a blizzard pay attention with a kind of acuity that they would not have if they thought they knew where they were. Why? Because for those who are really lost, their life depends on paying real attention. If you think you know where you are, you stop looking.