The whole of my lifeis summed up in these three phrases:I used to be rawThen I was cookedNow,I am on fire. Rumi Don’t leave me raw.
Tag : Poetry
Rumi Don’t claim in spring on stone some verdure growsBe soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—For years you’ve been a stony-hearted manTry being like the . . .
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave. Dakota proverb THE JOURNEYAbove the mountainsthe geese turn intothe light againPainting theirblack . . .
The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon, takes on a used-up, feather-duster look within a week. The ivy’s . . .
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 . . .
Immense et Rouge Immense et rouge Au-dessus du Grand Palais Le soleil d’hiver apparaît Et . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
