So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.

But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

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?

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.