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

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…

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

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

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…

In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes

At Blackwater Pond the tossed wat… after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls…

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

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

All winter the water has crashed over the cold the cold sand. Now it breaks over the thin branch of your body.

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes

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,

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…

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.

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