My Work Is Loving The World.

It's Morning, And Again I Am That Lucky Person Who Is In It.

Said The River: Imagine Everything You Can Imagine, Then Keep On Going.

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.

A Lifetime Isn't Long Enough For The Beauty Of This World And The Responsibilities Of Your Life.

I Had A Dog Who Loved Flowers. Briskly She Went Through The Fields, Yet Paused For The Honeysuckle Or The Rose, Her Dark Head And Her Wet Nose Touching The Face Of Every One With Its Petals Of Silk With Its Fragrance Rising Into The Air Where The Bees, Their Bodies Heavy With Pollen Hovered - And Easily She Adored Every Blossom Not In The Serious Careful Way That We Choose This Blossom Or That Blossom The Way We Praise Or Don't Praise - The Way We Love Or Don't Love - But The Way We Long To Be - That Happy In The Heaven Of Earth - That Wild, That Loving.