Intrinsic Heart

The astonishing reality of things Is my discovery every day. Each thing is what it is, And it’s hard to explain to someone how happy this makes me, And how much this suffices me. All it takes to be complete...

What Do Poems Do?   by Brian Doyle I was, no kidding, a visiting writer in a kindergarten recently, And the children asked me many wry and hilarious questions, Among them, is that your real nose? and can you write...

Would You Bow? If the Friend rose inside you, would you bow ? Would you wonder where that one came from and how? If you say, "I will bow," that's important. If you answer, "But can I be sure?" it...

  A Clear Midnight   This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest...

When times seem to lapse backwards and we’re thrown again into thoughts and emotions from long ago, or we sink into a trough that seems as though all our gains have been lost, we need to remember that this too...

OLD MAN PASSING THROUGH A DOORWAY I’m looking for that place inside you where everything passes through you, where you’re like the rain, giving and receiving at the same time as you pass on to new identities— that place where...