Grandfather / advised me: / Learn a trade / I learned / to sit at desk / and condense / No layoff / from this / condensery.

Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.

Smile / to see the lake / lay / the still sky / And / out for an easy / make / the dragonfly.

I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.

What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?

Popcorn-can cover / screwed to the wall / over a hole / so the cold / can't mouse in.

I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse

I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.

I am creative, blissful, and blessed!

Neither can you explain yourself to me. Nor can I explain myself to you. You have your sadness and I have mine.

I think my motto is to always remain focused on what it is that youre trying to accomplish.

We've been programmed to think meat is protein and you need meat. No, we are not cavemen. There are plenty other ways.

"...All events are blessings given to us to learn from and therefore we should be grateful for the opportunity to grow and evolve into our best selves."

When in doubt, observe and ask questions. When certain, observe at length and ask many more questions.

My ex-wife is a water sign and I'm an earth sign. Together we made mud.

We're very physical creatures, and we worry about how we look sometimes more than our spiritual selves

One should not utter a word about his own inadequacies. In the Oxo it says: 'When a man lets out a single word, the long and short of him will be known.'