I Consider Writing A Legitimate Zen Practice.

Our Bodies Are Garbage Heaps: We Collect Experience, And From The Decomposition Of The Thrown-out Eggshells, Spinach Leaves, Coffee Grinds, And Old Steak Bones Out Of Our Minds Come Nitrogen, Heat, And Very Fertile Soil. Out Of This Fertile Soil Bloom Our Poems And Stories. But This Does Not Come All At Once. It Takes Time. Continue To Turn Over And Over The Organic Details Of Your Life Until Some Of Them Fall Through The Garbage Of Discursive Thoughts To The Solid Ground Of Black Soil.

If You're Having Difficulty Coming Up With New Ideas, Then Slow Down. For Me, Slowing Down Has Been A Tremendous Source Of Creativity. It Has Allowed Me To Open Up -- To Know That There's Life Under The Earth And That I Have To Let It Come Through Me In A New Way. Creativity Exists In The Present Moment. You Can't Find It Anywhere Else.

Clarity And Perseverance Are Difficult In American Society Because The Basis Of Capitalism Is Greed And Dissatisfaction.

Women Are Wonderful, But They Get So Caught Up About Their Body. We Need To Unhook From Worrying So Much. When I Don't Feel Good, I Look In The Mirror And Think I Look Fat And Miserable. But When I Feel Good And Whole, I'm Not Worried About My Body Because I'm Living In It. It Doesn't Become An Object.

The Problem Is We Think We Exist.