I live my life in growing orbits
which move out over the things of the world.
Perhaps I can never achieve the last
but that will be my attempt.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song.

This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.

Not there, because they loved it, it behaved
as though it were. They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace

of not being there. They fed it, not with corn,
but only the Possibility of Being.
And that was able to confer
such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.

Whitely it stole up to a maid - to be
within the silver mirror
and in her

There is only One Journey.

Going inside yourself.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.

Adventures make one late for supper.

We Love Water.

We Thank Water.

We Respect Water.

We Are All Water.

We Are All One.

There are those who, attracted by grass, flowers, mountains, and waters, flow into the Buddha Way.