Summer Meadow by Tomas Transtromer There's so much we must be witness to. Reality wears us so thin  but here is summer at last: a...

What Is Real Flesh or cloth or water or wind hair or feathers or rock jumbling completeness curve of the horns our reaction to anecdot...

What I Have Learned So Far by Mary Oliver Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the ...

Wax by Rumi When I see you and how you are, I close my eyes to the other. For your Solomon's seal I become wax throughout my body....

The Guest House   by Rumi This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some mome...