I like things which appear fragile but are tough inside.

If you don't fill your days with love, you are wasting your life.

Ultimately I have learned more about poetry, from music and magic than from literature.

My earliest poems sing of the absolute necessity of allowing love to invade and pervade one's life. That can make the miracle happen in reality. Try it.

Consciousness is the glory of creation.

Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.

If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.