When The Mind Is Exhausted Of Images,

Thought Is Just An Apprehension Of Touch.

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.

With No Surroundings There Can Be No Path, And With No Path One Cannot Become Free.

Nature Is Orderly. That Which Appears To Be Chaotic In Nature Is Only A More Complex Kind Of Order.

Wildness Is Not Just The "preservation Of The World," It Is The World