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The lessons we learn from the wild become the etiquette of freedom.

With no surroundings there can be no path, and with no path one cannot become free.

True affluence is not needing anything.

I thought, that day I started, I sure would hate to do this all my life, And dammit, that's just what I've gone and done.

The size of the place that one becomes
a member of is limited only by
the size of one's heart.

Around Jack (Kerouac) there circulated a palpable aura of fame and death.

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.

Range after range of mountains.
Year after year after year.
I am still in love.

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks,
who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

A great poet does not express his or her self; he expresses all of our selves.

Great Brown Bear is walking with us, Salmon swimming upstream with us, as we stroll a city street.

When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.

Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.

All that we did was human,
stupid, easily forgiven,
Not quite right.

Revolutionary consciousness is to be found among the most ruthlessly exploited masses: animals, trees, water, air, grasses

Walking is the exact balance between spirit and humility.

The mercy of the West has been social revolution; the mercy of the East has been individual insight into the basic self/void.

the man who has the soul of the wolf
knows the self-restraint
of the wolf

A reading is a kind of communion. The poet articulates the semi-known for the tribe.

They should listen to the unsaid words that resonate around the edge of the poem.

Streams and mountains never stay the same.

Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics

Wildness is not just the "preservation of the world," it is the world

What use, Milton, a silly story
Of our lost general parents,
eaters of fruit?

the mind poet stays in the house / the house is empty and it has no walls / the poem is seen from all sides / everywhere / at once.

Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

gentle and innocent as wolves
as tricky as a prince

Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there.

The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.

My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand.

Zen aims at freedom but its practice is disciplined.

I could almost love you again.

O, ah! The awareness of emptiness brings forth a heart of compassion!

Switchback"

turn, turn,
and again,
hard scrabble
steep travel
ahead.

To work on behalf of the wild is to restore culture

Thought is just an apprehension of touch.

Deer love mushrooms.

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

You don't want to be victimized by your lesser talents.

If, after obtaining Buddhahood, anyone in my land
gets tossed in jail on a vagrancy rap, may I
not attain highest perfect enlightenment.

After weeks of watching the roof leak I fixed it tonight by moving a single board

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Knowing where and who are intimately linked.

The tribes were Berkeley, North Beach, Big Sur, Marin County, Los Angeles, and the host, Haight-Ashbury.

The world is our consciousness, and it surrounds us.

All those years and their moments - Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text.

Each time you go that road it gets more straight.

Our relation to the natural world takes place in a place.

Why should the peculiarities of human consciousness be the narrow standard by which other creatures are judged?

When making an axe handle
the pattern is not far off.

Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.

My love thoughts these days Come thick like the summer grass Which soon as cut and raked
Grows

Place and the scale of space must be measured against our bodies and their capabilities.

Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.

True affluence is to not need anything.