Maybe there is a garden in my thoughts. I know my soul,in deciding what to do, will follow the way of lightthrough the trees,will seek the singing bird. Will kneel in the loam andthank the fallow earth for seeds,trust the winds. Yes, there is a garden in my thoughts.And I learn the seasonsby watching the … More A Poem: A Garden in my Thoughts

When we have learned to fall like the leaves, when we have learned to move like grassto the flow of wind, when we have learned to mountthe precipice, as a deer on a ridge – or as a dancer might pirouetteon the head of a pin – when we have learnedto blossom at the touch … More A Poem: Falling