Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion."
You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or in the silence after lightning before it says
its names-and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles-you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head-
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.
-William Stafford, “Assurance” (Smokes Way, 1978)
More people can be great leaders than they think they can, but they need a purpose greater than themselves."
Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity."