centerYou are standing at the edge… at twilight when something begins to sing, like a waterfall pouring down

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light,

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

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

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

Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…

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

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean– the one who has flung herself out…

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

The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows

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…

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.

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