True Affluence Is Not Needing

When Making An Axe Handle The Pattern Is Not Far Off.

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

Lay Down These Words Before Your Mind Like Rocks. Placed Solid, By Hands In Choice Of Place, Set Before The Body Of The Mind In Space And Time: Solidity Of Bark, Leaf, Or Wall Riprap Of Things: Cobble Of Milky Way. Straying Planets, These Poems, People, Lost Ponies With Dragging Saddles -- And Rocky Sure-foot Trails. The Worlds Like An Endless Four-dimensional Game Of Go. Ants And Pebbles In The Thin Loam, Each Rock A Word A Creek-washed Stone Granite: Ingrained With Torment Of Fire And Weight Crystal And Sediment Linked Hot All Change, In Thoughts, As Well As Things.

I Never Find Words Right Away. Poems For Me Always Begin With Images And Rhythms, Shapes, Feelings, Forms, Dances In The Back Of My Mind.

What Is Any Religion? A Little Ritual, A Little Superstition, And Some Magic. It's Not A Strictly Spiritual Affair; It Has Psychological Roles To Fulfill. You Might Not Want It To Be A Religion Based On Your Own Experience But That's Like Wanting To Clean Up Your Dreams