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.

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Zen aims at freedom but its practice is disciplined.

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.

The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.

stay together learn the flowers go light

I never find words right away. Poems for me always begin with images and rhythms, shapes, feelings, forms, dances in the back of my mind.