One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—

There is, all around us,
this country
of original fire.
You know what I mean.
The sky, after all, stops at nothi

She steps into the dark swamp
where the long wait ends.
The secret slippery package
drops to the weeds.
She leans her long neck and tongue

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –
a worthy pastime.

In the early curtains
of the dusk
it flew,
a slow galloping
this way and that way

Meditation is old and honorable, s
not sit, every morning of my life,
looking into the shining world? Be
attended to, delight, as well as h
Can one be passionate about the ju

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,

From a single grain they have mult
When you look in the eyes of one
you have seen them all.
At the edges of highways
they pick at limp things.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your kn
for a hundred miles through the de
You only have to let the soft anim
love what it loves.

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the bramb
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching