When I recite poems onstage, I put myself into the very personal struggle and it grants tremendous perspective. At the same time you get another perspective on the poem you're reciting.

For the personality, bankruptcy or failure may be a disaster. For the soul, it may be grist for its strangely joyful mill, and a condition it has been secretly engineering for years.

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

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

Absent the edge, we drown in numbness.

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.

Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.