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

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

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…

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

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

“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever

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…

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…

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

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…

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

The first fish I ever caught would not lie down quiet in the pail but flailed and sucked

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

Did you too see it, drifting, all… Did you see it in the morning, ris… An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and li… into the bondage of its wings; a s…