Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
O, ah! The awareness of emptiness brings forth a heart of compassion!
Our relation to the natural world takes place in a place.
Forests in the tropics are cut to make pasture to raise beef for the American market. Our distance from the source of our food enables us to be superficially more comfortable, and distinctly more ignorant.
True affluence is to not need anything.
Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics