The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest

The first fish I ever caught would not lie down quiet in the pail but flailed and sucked

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave.

“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever

In winter all the singing is in the tops of the trees where the wind-bird with its white eyes

Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…

My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…

Meditation is old and honorable, s… not sit, every morning of my life,… looking into the shining world? Be… attended to, delight, as well as h… Can one be passionate about the ju…

Needing one, I invented her— the great-great-aunt dark as hicko… called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting… or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leav…

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories,

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her poc… full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone o…

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun

All winter the water has crashed over the cold the cold sand. Now it breaks over the thin branch of your body.

The feet of the heron, under those bamboo stems, hold the blue body, the great beak above the shallows