I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before,
a stone on the riverbed,
nothing between me and
the white fire of the stars ...

More fragrant because of the one
who saw and picked them
these flowers,
precious, transient.

The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountains and me,
until only the mountain remains.

All night I could not sleep
because of the moonlight on my bed.
I kept on hearing a voice calling;
Out of Nowhere,
Nothing answered
"yes."

Those nights
when we slept
behind love's jeweled screen
were we even aware
of the opening dawn skies?

The small man builds cages
for everyone he knows.
While the sage,
who has to duck his head
when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Listen, and lay your head
under the tree of awe.
When from that tree
feathers and wing sprout on you,
be quieter than a dove

When looked at in the light of Tao
Nothing is best, nothing worst.
Each thing is in its own light,
stands out
as it is.

My Life is glad
to be floating with all things
into the blue of space
and the dark of time.