Intrinsic Heart

Eternity A poem written three thousand years ago about a man who walks among horses grazing on a hill under the small stars comes to life on a page in a book and the woman reading the poem in her...

Late Ripeness By Czeslaw Milosz Translated by Robert Hass and Czeslaw Milosz Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning.    One...

  For Carolyn Kizer and John Woodbridge, Recalling Our Celebration of George Herbert’s Birthday, 1983 As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I...

The Good News - Thich Nhat Hanh - The good news they do not print. The good news we do print. We have a special edition every moment, and we need you to read it. The good news is that...

   WHAT I MUST TELL MYSELF I know this house so well, and this horizon, and this world I have made. from my thoughts. I know this quiet and the particular treasures and terrors of my own silence but I...

Shoulders by Naomi Shihab Nye A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder. No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his...