So few the grains of happiness measured against all the dark and still the scales balance. — Jane Hirshfield
Within the silence, expansion, and sustained day by day concentration, I grow permeable. — Jane Hirshfield
An ordinary hole beside a path through the woods might begin to open to altered worlds. — Jane Hirshfield
Houses are fundamental metaphors for self, world, permeability, transition, interiority, exteriority, multiplicity, — Jane Hirshfield
At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink. — Jane Hirshfield
Hyesims poems: transformative as walking high granite mountains by moonlight, with fragrant — Jane Hirshfield
