The whole of my life
is summed up in these three phrases:
I used to be raw
Then I was cooked
Now,
I am on fire.
is summed up in these three phrases:
I used to be raw
Then I was cooked
Now,
I am on fire.
Rumi
Don’t leave me raw.
Tag : Poetry
Rumi
Don’t claim in spring on stone some verdure grows
Be soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—
For years you’ve been a stony-hearted man
Try being like the soil now if you can!
Be soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—
For years you’ve been a stony-hearted man
Try being like the soil now if you can!
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
Dakota proverb
THE JOURNEYAbove the mountains
the geese turn into
the light againPainting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavensso you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find thatfirst, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone outsomeone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.David Whyte
The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look
within a week.
The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign
sends red feelers out and up and down
to find the sun.
Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch
soft to the touch
and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel
is and is not.
BY JONATHAN GALASSI
Messenger
“The only way to keep a gift alive is to pass it along.”
by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
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Immense et Rouge
Immense et rouge |
Jacques Prevert
Beautiful poem
BY JOHN YAU
Come live with me
And we will sit
Upon the rocks
By shallow rivers
Come live with me
And we will plant acorns
In each other’s mouth
It would be our way
Of greeting the earth
Before it shoves us
Back into the snow
Our interior cavities
Brimming with
Disagreeable substances
Come live with me
Before winter stops
To use the only pillow
The sky ever sleeps on
Our interior cavities
Brimming with snow
Come live with me
Before spring
Swallows the air
And birds sing.
Ikkyü ,Koans
When,just as they are,
White dewdrops gather
On scarlet maple leaves,
Regard the scarlet leaves
Always we hope
Someone else has the answer
At the center of our being
You have the answer
And you know what you want.
There is no need
To run outside
For better seeing.
Nor to peer from a window.
Rather abide at the center of your being
For the more you leave it,the less you learn.
Search your heart
And see
The way to do
Is to be.
_lao Tzu
Fame is a fickle food (1702)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s corn
Men eat of it and die
