Intrinsic Heart

The Lost Poem My father carried a poem with him all through his internment in Cabanatuan prison camp in the Philippines, carried it with him for four years, showed it to me one day folded and refolded, print blurred, coming...

I was reading an article about indigenous peoples and the importance of their role and message to the earth in this time, in this place, as protectors of the land—actually, I would say, protectors of land, sea and air.  And...

Holy Spirit, giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, you are our true life: luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep. - Hildegard...

When I first learned “sublime” was a verb, the idea fascinated me. Yes, it’s a term in chemistry, but just to hear the sound of the word, it felt like something a person could actually learn to do.  It has...

What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,...

I dreamed I lived in Austin with legs like a sparrow and a hungry heart. I was looking for God but kept finding people— strange little people with pieces of their bodies missing: an arm, a leg, a nose, a...