Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean-the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.Now she snaps her wings open, and… Read More

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Off the road in the hacked tanglesblackberries big as thumbs hang shiningin the shade. And a creek nearby: a darkspit through we stones. And a pool like a stonesink if you knowwhere to climb for it amongthe hillside ferns, where the thrushnaps in her nest of sticks and loam. I come down from the Red Rock, lips streakedblack, fingers purple, throat cool, shirtfull of fernfingers, head full of windywhistling. It takes all… Read More

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All things passA sunrise does not last all morningAll things passA cloudburst does not last all dayAll things passNor a sunset all nightAll things passWhat always changes? Earth…sky…thunder…mountain…water…wind…fire…lake… These changeAnd if these do not last Do man’s visions last?Do man’s illusions? Take things as they come All things pass All things Pass Lao Tzu (from translations adapted by Timothy Leary [1920-1996])