Indelible, Miraculous friend, think of your breath on a cold pane of glass you can write your name there with an outstretched finger or frosted, untouched grass in the early morning, a place where you can dance alone leave your...
Who Knows What Is Going On Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour? How many times the sunrise was there, behind a mountain! How many times the brilliant cloud piling up far off was...
For Light Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let...
The Inner Sky Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner—what is it? if not intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of...
I Traveled I traveled to every city There was none like the city of Love. The city of Love? I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know what I was missing. Young and callow, I ran from one city...
So many ways to pray, so many prayers that are not formed as prayers, but are prayers nonetheless. A few poems and fragments here... - Prayer - Another Way of Being, Another Way of Knowing by Michael Leunig...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
