The man who cannot simply close his eyes knowing there is image after image far inside him, waiting quietly until night to rise all around him in the dark it’s all finished for him, he’s just like an old man.

We might at first label the body’s simple need to focus inward depression. But as we practice going inward, we come to realize that much of it is not depression in the least; it is a cry for something else, often the physical body’s simple need for rest, for contemplation, and for a kind of forgotten courage, one difficult to hear, demanding not a

A hand moves, and the fire’s whirling takes different shapes.. . . all things change when we do. The first word, Ah! blossomed into all others. Each of them is true.

We may think we are in the meeting room to preserve our job and our career, while at bottom the soul is making another bid for firsthand experience through courageous speech.

This summoning of internal imagery may seem like the description of miraculous oracular powers, but it is really the simple process of uncovering something our deeper psyche already knows. The deep psyche or soul, left to find its way, will offer up or recognize in the outer world the images germane to its place on the path of life.

The poet needs the practicalities of making a living to test and temper the lyricism of insight and observation. The corporation needs the poet’s insight and powers of attention to weave the inner world of soul and creativity with the outer world of form and matter.

Simple elements thrown together, even at random, exhibit tremendously complex behavior. Complex behavior can suddenly give rise to simple systems, and the laws of complexity seem to hold at every level, indifferent to the elements that make up the system. A calm manager working with simple paddle strokes can ride a turbulent river of events into

There are energies and powers in the world that are greater than any human endeavor, even the mighty corporate world that lately we have come to hold in so much esteem. Despite everything our inheritance may tell us, work is not and never has been the very center of the human universe; and the universe, with marvelous compassion, seems willing to

we know of no civilization that has lasted longer than a few thousand years. Yet we propose to bury radioactive waste that will still be dangerous up to one hundred thousand years from now. This can only be a product of what psychologists call magical thinking, the belief that somehow we will be exempted from the griefs and losses that have