I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is

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

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.

Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun

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…

Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,

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.

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…

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

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…

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

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

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…