Full It’s after cats but before owls. The moon fills its pockets and hangs Out behind the house next door. Like the sky’s a comfortable side street You can ride a skateboard or bike along And find a new favorite skipping stone You’ll hold onto until the next time At the creek, which will be […]
If you want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth:
Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.
The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself,
and he is the one who has made it all.
translated by Robert Bly
light a candle
today tonight every night
a ritual I learned
from my grandmother
and my Aunt Mary
who told me
to always light a candle
for those who have gone before
for those still here
every time I visit a church
and so I do
today tonight every night
here in the church
of my making
for those gone before
for those still here
on this day
of resurrection
amen
Autumn pursues its morning
The dog
in the child’s garden.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
Children wake in the night,
They search for something in the dark.
Women wake in the night,
They fiddle with their rings in the dark.
In the night cats wake,
They stare at us in the dark.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
Thank you, Norman: from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“Reaching consensus in a group is often confused with finding the right answer.”
Norman Mailer, playwright
An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils
and sang:
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood’s edge.
. “All of our great traditions, religious, contemplative and artistic, say that you must learn how to be alone – and have a relationship with silence. It is difficult, but it can start with just the tiniest quiet moment.” — David Whyte .
via “it can start with just the tiniest quiet moment.” — M o o r e z a r t
Fool,
put your adventures
into those things
which break ships–
not female flesh.
Let there pass
over the mind
the waters of
four oceans, the airs
of four skies!
Return hollow-bellied
keen-eyed, hard!
A simple scar or two.
Little girls will come
bringing you
roses for your button-hole.
not fire nor ice
just ash and mist
these the remnants
of passion of love
Being Present for the Moment
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