Clouds Sink Down The Hills

Being The Stream Meditation Is Not Just A Rest Or Retreat From The Turmoil Of The Stream Or The Impurity Of The World. It Is A Way Of Being The Stream, So That One Can Be At Home In Both The White Water And The Eddies. Meditation May Take One Out Of The World, But It Also Puts One Totally Into It.

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.

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

All That We Did Was Human, Stupid, Easily Forgiven, Not Quite Right.

The Size Of The Place That One Becomes A Member Of Is Limited Only By The Size Of One’s Heart.