Thursday, July 14, 2016
Saturday, July 9, 2016
What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinished story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,and the leaf is singing still.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.