when loneliness comes stalking,

go into the fields,

consider the orderliness of the world.

notice something you have never noticed before,

like the tambourine sound of the snow cricket whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.

stare hard at the humming bird in the summer rain,

shaking the water-sparks from its wings.

let grief be your sister, she will whether or not.

rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also, like the diligent leaves.

a lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world

and the responsibilities of your life.

scatter your flowers over the graves and walk away.

be good-natured and tidy in your exuberance.

in the glare of your mind be modest.

and beholden to what is tactile and thrilling.

live with the beetle and the wind.


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