Intrinsic Heart

Buddha in Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet– all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast...

Hold Everything Dear                by Gareth Evans  (for John Berger) as the brick of the afternoon stores the rose heat of the journey as the rose buds a green room to breathe and blossoms like the wind as the thinning...

Be Ahead of All Parting Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through...

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...