The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain...

Landscape Mary Oliver Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about ...

Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life ...

Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me,...

MYSTERIES, YES by Mary Oliver, from Evidence (Beacon Press) Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass...

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful...

I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. From Anam Cara A Book Of Celtic Wisdom Join my...

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm...

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore? #emilydickinson #poetry

I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind...

For Belonging May you listen to your longing to be free. May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams. My you...

For Solitude May you recognize in your life the presence, power and light of your soul. May you realize that you are never alone, that...

I bless the night that nourished my heart To set the ghosts of longing free Into the flow and figure of dream That went to harvest from...

On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze...

On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the...

Some years ago, during my Viniyoga Teacher Training, one of my teachers, Mirka Scalco Kraftsow, sang at the end of a practice part of...

How surely gravity’s law, strong as an ocean current, takes hold of even the smallest thing and pulls it toward the heart of the...

We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common...

I ask all blessings, I ask them with reverence, of my mother earth, of the sky, moon, and sun my father I am old age, the essence of...

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing...