ah sunshine
my arms embrace
your warmth
fill me sunshine
I open
to the sun
Month: October 2015
From Two Cheyenne Poems: I Am Singing The Cold Rain by Lance Henson
i am singing the cold rain
i am singing the winter dawn
i am turning in the gray morning
of my life
toward home
from RABINAL-ACHI: ACT IV: A Mayan verse dance-drama
Sure
I’ve done wrong
because of the hang-ups of my heart
because I couldn’t grab
these beautiful mountains these beautiful valleys
here under sky
here on the earth
translated from the Quiche & French editions by Nathaniel Tarn
suddenly once again
suddenly
there you were
once again
like the last time
and what I said
I didn’t say
and what I did
I didn’t do
and then you felt
what once you felt
and things were as
they might have been
if suddenly
I had
one more chance
once again
Magic Words To Make You Feel Better (Eskimo poem)
SEA GULL
who flaps his wings
over my head
in the blue air,
you GULL up there
dive down
come here
take me with you
in the air!
Wings flash by
my mind’s eye
and I’m up there sailing
in the cool air,
a-a-a-a-a-ah,
in the air.
translated by Knut Rasmussen
A Navajo Poem for Peace: Magic Formula To Make An Enemy Peaceful
Put your feet down with pollen.
Put your hands down with pollen.
Put your head down with pollen.
Then your feet are pollen;
Your hands are pollen;
Your body is pollen;
Your mind is pollen;
Your voice is pollen.
The trail is beautiful.
Be still.
translated by Washington Matthews
from Montages in Twilight by Shu Ting
Something in the dark has to become visible.
All those things that do become visible
Are what people call the stars.
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
morning prayer
morning prayer
in darkness still
oh hope
of a better day
when the sun
finally comes
to light this world
from Steinway Street: portraits from the past: my life in retail: Playing The Holes
Playing The Holes
it’s the old pea and shell game
or a variation of the saying
a hole on the rack
means a shoe under a coat
what you can’t see could be missing
the main thing here is to account for every hole
much like life
too much like life
Damaged Goods and Discrediting Women
I’m reblogging this for two reasons: one, because what M says should be heard, and two, in memory of some women I’ve known whose voice M has become.
I’ve now lived completely clean and drug free for 15 months. 1 and 1/4 years.
It was just about a year ago I started my first “fearless moral inventory” of myself. I started with a simple last of my values, what I hold dear as moral principles. I inventoried my morals. Then I inventoried myself and compared the list. One of the most startling things I uncovered in that process was how often I would be silent in the face of terrible injustices and then get high to deal with my own cowardice. Not to be too hard on myself there were times where in spite of varying states of inebriation and drug-influence I did still manage to do the right thing. But over and over and over I turned away. I did nothing. I made excuses to be silent and be “safe.”
I can’t live a sober life and be…
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