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...

A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans...

"I am glad to know... that my unconditional surrender to Nature has produced exactly what you have foreseen - that drifting without human...

I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness,...

It is not enough to be able to drop your body as easily as a bathrobe, take flight like the eagle, enter the hollow hills, talk with...

My old phone was completly losing it. It was behaving in very weird ways, and someone told me that I had to change it. I was very...

I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother...

Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened...

Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is...

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

As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is...

In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are...

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the...

The taste of the still warm cherry tomatoes was so sweet and delicious. I grabbed them this afternoon from the plant, and they felt...

As much as I love to teach, I also love my free days. On free days, life goes a little bit slower, and sometimes pajamas are required,...

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A...

There alone in the interior of heaven You invent your word, Giver of Life! What will you decide? En el Interior del Cielo (Spanish...