All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out let it spread through Sift down even. Watch it sprout. A mind like compost.

To work on behalf of the wild is to restore culture

Why should the peculiarities of human consciousness be the narrow standard by which other creatures are judged?

The mercy of the West has been social revolution; the mercy of the East has been individual insight into the basic self/void.

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Thought is just an apprehension of touch.

Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics