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...

A Blessing Poem The peace of loneliness be with you The peace of the far-from-home The peace of small things intricately woven like those moments in time that come out of nowhere small and bright and eternal The peace of...

Boulder Mountain We ask How did I end up here? or wonder why we don’t fit in our family. Later we might say these are my people, or this life is what I should have been doing all along, or...