Awakening
Not, What’s in it for me? but, How can I help? says the rain to the earth. . [ 1594 ]
Not, What’s in it for me? but, How can I help? says the rain to the earth. . [ 1594 ]
What is there to desire but a deeper, fuller understanding, and to be an instrument through which that universal music plays? . [ 1593 ]
Rowanberries and cedar waxwings — it’s time to plant the daffodils. . [ 1592 ]
I burn with the forests. And when I emerge in spring, I’m listening. . [ 1591 ]
The far cliff is lost in the mist, like everything I thought I knew. . [ 1590 ]
This thing you call effort, sings the stream — why do you still cling to it so? . [ 1589 ]
The tie you never wore, The pants too tight, too loose, Too long, too short to fit, And all the rest of it. Hello, madam. Good day, sir. My hat is off, my head is soft, My heart is just a blur. But I love you — yes, I love you, Just as if I were there And you were here. . [ 1588 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
A picture of a mountain isn’t a mountain. So with a river, a flower, and those we hate and love. Memory, too, is a kind of picture, as are words. The word mountain isn’t a mountain. But to show each other our pictures, we climb mountains and mountains of words. The memory of something that happened isn’t the happening. Maybe that’s one reason we keep fighting wars. Genocide in books […]
It isn’t good sense that keeps me writing. It’s the sense that everything’s good. . [ 1585 ]