When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die...they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with the process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

poetry is first of all a way of life and only secondarily a way of writing.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.