Living  The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun, each day the last day. A red salamander so cold and so easy to catch,...

Ode to Enchanted Light Under the trees light has dropped from the top of the sky, light like a green latticework of branches, shining on every leaf, drifting down like clean white sand. A cicada sends its sawing song high...

A Meadow It was a riverside meadow, lush, from before the hay harvest, On an immaculate day in the sun of June. I searched for it, found it, recognized it. Grasses and flowers grew there familiar in my childhood. With...

Only When I Am Quiet and Do Not Speak Only when I am quiet for a long time and do not speak do the objects of my life draw near. Shy, the scissors and spoons, the blue mug. Hesitant even...

The reality that is present to us and in us: call it Being...Silence. And the simple fact that by being attentive, by learning to listen (or recovering the natural capacity to listen), we can find ourself engulfed in such happiness...

Perspective And the mountains rose and eroded completely and the great sea flooded all and the great sea left and the great sea flooded and left again and the land was forced up, and then pulled from both sides until...