While there is still time

In the Mushroom Summer David Mason Colorado turns Kyoto in a shower, mist in the pines so thick the crows delight (or seem to), winging in ...

“The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you...

The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money or the keys to her doghouse never fa...

Splash Charles Bukowski the illusion is that you are simply reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem. this is a begg...

Wheat Let a stalk of wheat be your witness to every difficult day. Since it was a flame before it was a plant, since it was courage before ...

"Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must...

You never know. The body of night opens like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke, like so many wrappings of mist. And on the hillsid...

Saint Francis And The Sow The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, ...

Science Ursula Le Guin What little we have ever understood is like an offering we make beside the sea. It is pure worship when pursued as i...

White butterfly darting among pinks - whose spirit? Shiki .................................................................... Quietening t...

....If one day it happens you find yourself with someone you love in a café at one end of the Pont Mirabeau, at the zinc bar where white wi...

Over And Over Tune You could grow into it, that sense of living like a dog, loyal to being on your own in the fur of your skin, able to exi...

Starting with Little Things Love the earth like a mole, fur-near. Nearsighted, hold close the clods, their fine-print headlines. Pat them w...

I used to do this as a child, make paper boats and send them into big muddy rain water puddles and push them with a stick close to drowning...

‘You never ask about my garden,’ she says. I look at her questioningly but I think I know where she is coming from. ‘You have your books, I...