by Gary Snyder | One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill,...

O you tender ones, step now and then into the breath that takes no heed of you; let it part as it touches your cheeks, it will quiver...

By Octavio Paz Between going and staying, the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where...

Written by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Joanna Macy I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not...

by Danna Faulds