luminaria on Serpent Mound in Ohio
You, Darkness
You, darkness, that I come from I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything –
shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! – powers and people – and it is possible a great presence is moving near me. I have faith in nights.
Rainer Maria Rilke
December Moon
Before going to bed After a fall of snow I look out on the field Shining there in the moonlight So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head After I leave the window. Hours later near dawn When I look down again The whole landscape has changed The perfect surface gone Criss-crossed and written on Where the wild creatures ranged While the moon rose and shone. Why did my dog not bark? Why did I hear no sound There on the snow-locked ground In the tumultuous dark? How much can come, how much can go When the December moon is bright, What worlds of play we'll never know Sleeping away the cold white night After a fall of snow.
May Sarton
Pledge of Allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
Gary Snyder
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