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…

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…

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…

Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…

The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking

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

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories,

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

Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,

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…

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…

Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…

The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest

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