Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the beach, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell p

    He said, I am with you always. That means, when you look for God That God is the looking itself, Yes, and the thought of looking And the you t

  this blessing God's love calls us to that elsewhere world which only lovers eyes alight, eyes aflame can see at all. only those who have

  He is a drunk leaning companionably Around a lamp post or doing up With intermittent concentration Another drunk's coat. But close your eye

    "Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassione

  When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I

  An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have lo

  An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have lo

  salt rose, topaz, archery, carnations, the birth of fire. You are none of these. You are the holy secret darkness, that space between shadow and

Gaze at the river. It is time and water. Remember that time is itself a river Know that we too recede always into the past. See all of our faces flo

  Look at love... how it tangles the lover and the beloved look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new life why are you so busy wit

  Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create these two worlds? Reality replied: O prisoner of time, I was a secret treasu

  I believe the earth exists, and in each minim mote of its dust the holy glow of thy candle. Thou unknown I know, thou spirit, giver, lover o

    Love, thou are deep: I cannot cross thee. But, were there Two Instead of One -- Rower, and Yacht -- some sovereign Summer -- Who knows, but we

 In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun  a single poppy  more ornate, fuller, larger  as if a

    Are they shadows that we see? And can shadows pleasure give? Pleasures only shadows be Cast by bodies we conceive And are made the things we d