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Early in the morning we crossed the ghat,where fires were still smoldering,and gazed, with our Western minds, into the Ganges.A woman was standing in the river up to her waist;she was lifting handfuls of water and spilling itover her body,…
When I lived under the black oaksI felt I was made of leaves.When I lived by Little Sister Pond,I dreamed I was the feather of the blue heronleft on the shore;I was the pond lily, my root delicate as an…
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,it can lie down like silk breathingor toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, frothlike an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it cansweet-talk entirely. As…
Every day the sea blue gray green lavenderpulls away leaving the harbor’sdark-cobbled undercoatslick and rutted and worm-riddled, the gullswalk there among old whalebones, the white spines of fish blink from the strandy stewas the hours tick over; and thenfar out…
Todayone small snake lay, looped andsolitaryin the high grass, it swirled to look, didn’tlike what it sawand was gonein two pulses forward and with no sound at all, onlytwo taps, in disarray, fromthat other shy one,my heart.
Sleep comes its little while. Then I wakein the valley of midnight or three a.m.to the first fragrances of spring which is coming, all by itself, no matter what.My heart says, what you thought you have you do not have.My…
Every year we have beenwitness to it: how theworld descends into a rich mash, in order thatit may resume.And thereforewho would cry out to the petals on the groundto stay,knowing as we must,how the vivacity of what was is married…
As long as you’re dancing, you can break the rules.Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules.Sometimes there are no rules.
I don’t know where prayers go, or what they do.Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun?Does the opossum pray as it crosses the street?The sunflowers? The old black oak growing older every year?I know I can walk…
I go down to the shore in the morningand depending on the hour the wavesare rolling in or moving out,and I say, oh, I am miserable,what shall—what should I do? And the sea saysin its lovely voice:Excuse me, I have…