Intrinsic Heart

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...

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...