Don't the Earth Spirit Don’t bother the earth spirit who lives here. She is working on a story. It is the oldest story in the world and it is delicate, changing. If she sees you… Continue Reading
Praise the Rain Praise the rain; the seagull dive The curl of plant, the raven talk— Praise the hurt, the house slack The stand of trees, the dignity— Praise the dark, the moon cradle The… Continue Reading
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd 1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning… Continue Reading
Fear is a Liar Fear says, “You’re finished.”Love says, “This is a new beginning.” Fear says, “You’ll never recover from this.”Love says, “You will be satisfied with a full life and a prosperous future.” Fear… Continue Reading
The Absolute Unknowable Appears as Spring The sound of hoofbeats leaving a monasterywhere all is timed and measured: you are that rider: someone who does not carevery much about thingsand results, illness or loss: you… Continue Reading
Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is… Continue Reading
The Anthem of Our Day In the ocean of history, things build and then are worn away to what is most essential. This is an irrevocable and recurring tide of time. And while the storms,… Continue Reading
What Work Is We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is — if you’re old enough to read this you know what… Continue Reading