We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water. Eschatology is a word I learned as a child: the study of Last Things; facing my mirror—no longer young, the news—always of death, the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring and howling, howling.... ("Seeing For a Moment")

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.

Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.