I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognize that you are present in me and that I’m a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we’re sick.
I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or
her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
One’s throat must be like a garden
And one’s eyes like windows
through which love passes;
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
And it was at that age… Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
you can see your life whole,
beginning and end not far
from where you stand,
The power of language remains, first and foremost,
a way of singing oneself into contact with others and with the cosmos—
Two seemingly conscious people
set their eyes upon the thistle.
One sees the weed. One sees the universe.
I will honor all life
– wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell – on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.