Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?

Each body is a lion of courage, something precious of the earth.

So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

A mind that is lively and inquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry.

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.