American Muse, whose strong and diverse heart So many men have tried to understand But only made it smaller with their art, Because you are as various as your land.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Basically when I'm walking I'm not consciously writing or intending anything. In the manner I have learned from meditation practice, I let things unfold.

We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

I admire the attention other writers can give to the world we're walking in.