If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own making and struggle, lonely and confused. So like children, we begin again... to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly. (from the poem "How Sure Gravity's Law")

Think... of the world you carry within you.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

What batters you becomes your strength.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things, they will not abandon you; and the nights are still here and the winds that move through the trees and across many lands; everything in the world of Things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.