Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.

Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body there are flowers. One flower has a thousand petals. That will do for a place to sit. Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty inside the body and out of it, before gardens and after gardens.

If we call the young ones, say 10 to 30 years old, 'siblings,' we can see they tend to be naturally ecological. They regard whales and owls as siblings too. That's a great advance.

The models of adulthood are disappearing fast. How can two people have a new marriage if neither of them is an adult?

It's good to have poems that begin with tea and end with God.

I felt a longing to compose a radical or root poem that would speak to what has its back turned to me.

I think more and more people are recognizing how much adults and elders are actually needed. That's a gift of the sibling society.