Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

Poetry is an act of distillation. It takes contingency samples, is selective. It telescopes time. It focuses what most often floods past us in a polite blur.

Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m stricken by the ricochet wonder of it all: the plain everythingness of everything, in cahoots with the everythingness of everything else.

We're losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet's health and our own.

For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.