Intrinsic Heart

Ask the World to Reveal Its Quietude Ask the world to reveal its quietude— not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees, bellows, snails, clouds, storms become what they are, and...

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear...

Sweetness, Always Why such harsh machinery? Why, to write down the happenings and people of every day, must poems be dressed up in gold, in old and grim stone? I prefer verses of felt or feather which scarcely weigh, soft...

The sky-wheel turns us into dawn and fills creation again with color. Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love for the world, the sun coming up like red-gold being poured! The potter's wheel moves, and shapes change quickly. Let the...

My Courageous Life My courageous life has gone ahead and is looking back, calling me on. My courageous life has seen everything I have been and everything I have not and has forgiven me, day after day. My courageous life...

Listen. In the silence between your heartbeats bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there? Leave that which is not, but appears to be....