“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

My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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