The Poetry of Hundredfold Farm
If you give a man a fish, he will
have a meal.
If you teach a man to fish, he will have a living.
If you are thinking a year ahead, sow seed.
If you are thinking ten years ahead, plant a tree.
If you are thinking one hundred years ahead, educate
By sowing seed once, you will harvest once.
By planting a tree, you will harvest tenfold.
By educating the people, you will harvest one hundredfold.
An Anonymous Chinese poet, 420 B.C.
My heart is moved by all I cannot save;
so much has been destroyed
I have to cast my lot with those
who, age after age,
perversely, with no extraordinary
power, reconstitute the world.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscape,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
To my fellow swimmers:
There is a river now flowing very fast.
It is so great and swift
And there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.
They will feel that they are being torn apart
and will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore.
Push off into the middle of the river.
Keep our eyes open and our heads above water.
And I say,
See who is in there with you and celebrate!
At this time in history we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we
Our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Banish the word “struggle” from your attitude and
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner
And in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for.
Message from the Hopi Elders
New Year 2000
Until one is committed there is hesitancy,
the chance to draw back,
always ineffectiveness concerning all acts of initiative
There is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and
That the moment one definitely commits oneself,
then providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would
never have otherwise occurred.
A whole stream of events issue from the decision,
raising one’s favor, all manner of unforeseen incidents,
and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed
would have come his way.
Whatever you do, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
Begin it now.
The eyes of the future are
looking back at us
And they are praying for us to see beyond our own
They are kneeling with hands clasped
That we might act with restrait,
That we might leave room
For the life that is destined to come.
Terry Tempest Williams
If we will have the wisdom to survive,
to stand like slow-growing trees on a ruined place,
Renewing it, enriching it,
If we will make our seasons welcome here,
Asking not too much of earth or heaven.
Then a long time after we are dead
the lives our lives prepare will live here,
Their houses strongly placed upon the valley sides,
Fields and gardens rich in the windows.
The river will run clear,
as we will never know it,
And over it, birdsong like a canopy.
On the levels of the hills will be green meadows,
Stock bells in noon shade.
On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down the old forest,
An old forest will stand,
Its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots.
The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.
Families will be singing in the fields.
In their voices they will hear a music risen out of the ground.
They will take nothing from the ground they will not return,
whatever the grief at parting.
Memory, native to this valley,
will spread over it like a grove,
and memory will grow into legend,
legend into song, song into sacrament.
The abundance of this place,
the songs of its people and its birds,
will be health and wisdom and indwelling light.
This is no paradise or dream.
Its hardship is its possibility.