My own early experiences in war led me to suspect the value of discipline, even in that sphere where it is so often regarded as the first essential for success.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
Migrants all over the world are pushed and pulled across borders by hunger, terror and climate change. It happened to my own family.
I learned a long time ago the wisest thing I can do is be on my own side, be an advocate for myself and others like me.
My own feeling is that one should refuse to participate in any activity that implements American aggression – thus tax refusal, draft refusal, avoidance of work that can be used by the agencies of militarism and repression, all seem to me essential.
My work has been in the field of engaged Buddhism. That is my own practice, which began in 1965 that formed the base for the work I was doing in the civil rights and anti-war movement.
The thing is, I’ve been writing for a long time now, trying to be a poet for the last 40 years, and it’s still very difficult not to second-guess myself when reading my own work.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
My own view is that being a vegetarian or vegan is not an end in itself, but a means towards reducing both human and animal suffering and leaving a habitable planet to future generations.
I got my own back.