Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Rhythm is one of the most powerful of pleasures, and when we feel a pleasurable rhythm we hope it will continue. When it does, it grows sweeter.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them?