Grandfather Space. The Mind Is His Wife

Nature Is Not A Place To Visit. It Is Home.

I Try To Hold Both History And Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May 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.

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

You Don't Want To Be Victimized By Your Lesser Talents.