Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Under Stars The sleep of this night deepens because I have walked coatless from the house carrying the white envelope. All night it will say one name in its little tin house by the roadside. I have raised the metal … Continue reading →

Tree It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. The great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books — Already the first branch-tips … Continue reading →

How the Light Comes I cannot tell you how the light comes. What I know is that it is more ancient than imagining. That it travels across an astounding expanse to reach us. That it loves searching out what is … Continue reading →

For the Bird Singing before Dawn Some people presume to be hopeful when there is no evidence for hope, to be happy when there is no cause. Let me say now, I’m with them. In deep darkness on a cold … Continue reading →

Wait Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out … Continue reading →

It’s This Way   I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful.   My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green.   A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m … Continue reading →

Afternoon The ocean is in me now, blue distance and white depth, and their eternal flame. The tides arc in me now, rocked by the sphere of the round song. And that child on the sand with his pail of toys, … Continue reading →

What Did? What did the carrot say to the wheat? ” ‘Lettuce’ rest, I’m feeling ‘beet.’ ” What did the paper say to the pen? “I feel quite all ‘write,’ my friend.” What did the teapot say to the chalk? … Continue reading →

** will be back to correct this ** Numbers I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example,they are willing to countanything or anyone:two pickles, one door to the room,eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of … Continue reading →

Poem   I’m inside the advancing light, my hands are hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m at the window of … Continue reading →