Book Ende

"Even in a country you know by heart
it's hard to go the same way twice.
The life of the going changes
The chances change and make a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new direction. The
natural correction is to make intent
of accident. To get back before dark
is the art of going." -Wendell Berry, Traveling at Home

"I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its son.

After days of labor,
mute in consternations,
I hear me song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day tuns, the trees move."
-Wendell Berry