Hope Is To Create
Hope is to createIn possibilityWhat for ever isHeart’s mystery, Therefore I hope for hopeDesire desireThat brings our seed to flowerTo fire our fire. ~ Kathleen Raine
Ask Me
Some time when the river is ice ask memistakes I have made. Ask me whetherwhat I have done is my life. Othershave come in their slow way intomy thought, and some have tried to helpor to hurt; ask me what differencetheir strongest love or hate has made. I will listen to what you say.You and […]
How To Be A Poet (to remind myself)
Make a place to sit downSit down.Be quiet. Breathe with unconditional breath the unconditional airShun electric wire.Communicate slowly.Live a three-dimensional life.Stay away from screens. Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in.There are no unsacred places;There are only sacred places and desecrated places. Accept what comes from silence.Make the best you can […]
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really isyou must lose things,feel the future dissolve in a momentlike salt in a weakened broth.What you held in your hand,what you counted and carefully saved,all this must go so you knowhow desolate the landscape can bebetween the regions of kindness.How you ride and ridethinking the bus will never stop,the […]
I Am Not I
I am not I.I am this onewalking beside me whom I do not see,whom at times I manage to visit,and whom at other times I forget;the one who remains silent while I talk,the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,the one who will remain standing when […]
Little Gidding (Excerpted)
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning;At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in […]
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. ~ Wendell Berry
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that […]
Seeking Clarity
If each day fallsinside each nightthere exists a wellwhere clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rimof the well of darknessand fish for fallen lightwith patience. – Pablo Neruda