Regarding Wave by Gary Snyder

The voice of the Dharma
       the voice
          now

A shimmering bell
       through all.

Every hill,    still.
Every tree alive. Every leaf.
All the slopes  flow.
       old woods, new seedlings,
       tall grasses plumes.

Dark hollows;  peaks of light.
  wind stirs    the cool side
Each leaf living.
       All the hills.

         The Voice
         is a wife
            to

         

         him still.