Attention is the beginning of devotion.

How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing