When death comes…. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what it’s going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body as a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. [from the poem "When Death Comes"]

If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

What I have done is learn to love and learn to be loved. That didn't come easy.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force.

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.