Everything that happens is the message:

you read an event and be one and wait,

like breasting a wave, all the while knowing

by living, though not knowing how to live...

And sometimes no one is calling but we turn up

eye and ear—suddenly we fall into

sound before it begins, the breathing

so still it waits there under the breath—

And then the green of leaves calls out, hills

where they wait or turn, clouds in their frenzied

stillness unfolding their careful words:

“Everything counts. The message is the world.”

— William Stafford, from "A Message From Space"