There are so many things admirable people do not understand.

Please think about this as you go on. Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it. When morning and evenings roll along, watch how they open and close, how they invite you to the long party that your life is.

Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.

All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.

I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

A poem is a serious joke, a truth that has learned jujitsu.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.