I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.
And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.