Poetically man dwells [on the earth].

─ Martin Heidegger

We make a dwelling in the evening air

in which being there together is enough.

─ Wallace Stevens, Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

Vast emptiness, nothing holy.

─ Dogen

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field; which indeed is smaller than all seeds but when it is grown, it is greater than the herbs and becomes a huge tree, so that the birds of the air can come and lodge in its branches.

─ Matthew 13:31–32

Photo credit: Jane Yamashita

(Water color by Rob Wilson)

Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled,

Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned;

And as by some vast magic undivined

The world was turning slowly into gold.

Like nothing that was ever bought or sold

It waited there, the body and the mind;

And with a mighty meaning of a kind

That tells the more the more it is not told.

So in a land where all days are not fair,

Fair days went on till on another day

A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,

Shining and still, but not for long to stay—

As if a thousand girls with golden hair

Might rise from where they slept and go away.

─ Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Sheaves

─ van Gogh, Arles: View from the Wheat Fields

(1888)