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,

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

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching

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

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

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

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…

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…

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

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

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…

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

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