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The Language You Use For Your Poems Should Be The Language You Use With Your Friends.

The Beginning Of Love Is A Horror Of Emptiness.

What Does It Mean When A Man Falls In Love With A Radiant Face Across The Room? It May Mean That He Has Some Soul Work To Do. His Soul Is The Issue. Instead Of Pursuing The Woman And Trying To Get Her Alone, Away From Her Husband, He Needs To Go Alone Himself, Perhaps To A Mountain Cabin, For Three Months, Write Poetry, Canoe Down A River, And Dream. That Would Save Some Women A Lot Of Trouble.

The Deeper Question... Is Not Whether Ancient Religious Forms Can Reform... But Whether New Forms Of Nature-related Spirituality Might Emerge.

The World Belongs Primarily To The Dead, And We Only Rent It From Them For A Little While. They Created It, They Wrote Its Literature And Its Songs, And They Are Deeply Invested In How Children Are Treated, Because The Children Are The Ones Who Will Keep It Going. The Idea That Each Of Us Has The Right To Change Everything Is A Deep Insult To Them.