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What if it’s alland onlyfor light?

A crow passes

On a cold winter morningwhen the sky is blue,a crow passesand you look up. This is life.

I can see the wind moving through the treetops.I can see the sun trapped in a shard of ice.What is it, then, that I see when I laugh, when I cry,when I kiss you on the cheek and close my eyes, smiling?

Seeing the world

The sun is shining and I’m here,seeing the world with my heart.(I see more clearly that way.)

Breath

I turn out the light, close my eyesand listen to you breathe—that same breaththe world takesin the darkness.

December evening

They say winteris when life dies.But look how much lightthe snow holdsas the day fades to blue!

After

After the thunder,the fireworks,the applause—is stillness.Full of everything.

The day you stop

The day you know so muchyou stop being curiousis the day you know nothing.

Beyond

Thread

That spider’s threadstrung across the trail.How she must have leaptto spin it and how I almoststrode and broke it. But I didn’tbecause I rememberedit was hers, it was ours.

Driftwood

I met a piece of driftwood,smooth and light. It told metumbling on the wavesdoes that to you,if you let it.

Sing

It is enough to restand let the world sing.

Every

Every fall the trees lay their blanket of love .Every spring the bulbs raise their blades of hope.This is how the world works, despite it all.

Stumbling, allowing

Stumbling through todaywaiting to allow the worldto knock me senseless with awe.

Winter reminder

Be so stillyou hearthe beech leavestell storiesof their lifeclinging in death.

Thistle seed

What should I do,how shall I plan,what will I solvein my made-up life? —while you followa thistle seedon a breeze,in the sun.

November

It’s November and natureis full of glad death, defiantlybrown and knowing what life is.

Freed

Could we live like this, our livesbound in duty and honor,freed by the chains of love?

Some small things

Sometimessome small thingsare biggerthan I can know.

Suddenly there are swans

Suddenlythere are swansby the roadsideeverywhere. Like operagoersin McDonaldsat the rest stopeating sundaes.

Runaway trains

There are runaway trainsand I keep getting on them,leaving you at the station

Leave your self

Leave your self on a spider webin the evening sun, by the leaftwisting in the breeze, in the scent of hay.

In every leaf

Crazed in our made-up world,blind to the love in every leaf.

Uncovering, remembering

One day I stop and find my self in stillness—a small boy’s voice is finally heard.

Fuel

I know the leaves let go gladlybecause they trust their fallis the fuel of themselves anew.

Every dark autumn

When I die, bury mein a field and plantwhite and blue asterson top of me so everydark autumn I’ll remind youI’m still gladly living.

If you see a raindrop

If you see a raindrop on a fallen leafand stop for a secondit means you’ve discoveredwhere words endand the world begins.

Warm

Often it’s enoughfor your warm bodyto warm mywarm bodyand nothing else.

Little pink aster

YesterdayI saw a little pink asterand stopped the rainfor a moment.

Red, brown

May we remember the wonderof the red berry on the brown branch.

It’s raining seeds

It’s raining seedsfrom blue skies to soft ground.The world goes on.

The buzz

So wiseis the beeon the goldenrodjust beeing.

Lost and found

One minute not so long agoI heard a bird sing. I lost myself and foundsomething bigger.

Technique

The secretis to let the stillnessenrapture youwithout breaking it.

Every so often, I remember

Every so often, I rememberI love you and, for a while,I remember nothing else.

Every Day

Every daythe same old,same oldmagic. There’s a lot of routine to having a puppy. Rufus thrives on it. If I’m not careful, each day is Groundhog Day. But Rufus helps me remember there’s wonder everywhere. It might be the same routine, but Rufus finds joy in every patch of light, each waving leaf. It’s a…