All eternity is in the moment.
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.
Far off in the red mangroves an alligator has heaved himself onto a hummock of grass and lies there, studying his poems.
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.