Poetry A Riprap On The

O, Ah! The Awareness Of Emptiness Brings Forth A Heart Of Compassion!

A Great Poet Does Not Express His Or Her Self; He Expresses All Of Our Selves.

As A Poet I Hold The Most Archaic Values On Earth . . . The Fertility Of The Soil, The Magic Of Animals, The Power-vision In Solitude, The Terrifying Initiation And Rebirth, The Love And Ecstasy Of The Dance, The Common Work Of The Tribe. I Try To Hold Both History And The Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May Approach The True Measure Of Things And Stand Against The Unbalance And Ignorance Of Our Times.

When The Mind Is Exhausted Of Images, It Invents Its Own.

Walking Is The Great Adventure, The First Meditation, A Practice Of Heartiness And Soul Primary To Humankind. Walking Is The Exact Balance Beween Spirit And Humility.