However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
Let us not fear the hidden. Or each other.
The universe is made up of stories, not of atoms.
I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.
I hear the singing of the lives of women. The clear mystery, the offering, the pride.
The journey is my home.
Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.
Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.
Exchange is creation.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.
Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness
breathe in experience breathe out poetry
The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.
The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.
It is the single image, as used in a photograph or a painting - or the frame of a film - to which words have been added to enlarge the context. The method is not the same as that by which most paintings are named. It is closer in its performance to what dialogue does to a movie, to what the caption does to a good poster.
The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.
The actual world, not some fantastic structure that has nothing to do with reality, must provide the material for modern poetry.
