The Moon and Mary Oliver
In March the earth remembers its own name.
Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking.
The rivers begin to sing.
Poetry
Love Lifts Me
I once asked a bird,
“How is it that you fly in this gravity
Of darkness?”
She responded,
“Love lifts
Me.”
- Hafiz
I love this image… flying without wings, suspended. Pick up the magic wand of love in your lives today. Just pick it up.
Image: Evening Grossbeak, flying around my feeder yesterday morning.
Just Rest
Oh, how the suffering of this life squeezes in on us sometimes. My family suffered a terrible shock – a sudden death in the family. I don’t have the energy for details…
A Blessing For Absence
May you know that absence is full of tender presence
and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten.
May the absences in your life be full of eternal echo…
Cold Moths
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
- Margaret Atwood
Beautiful Dreams
…i f you think poetry is dead and doesn’t matter in this magical and sometimes horrifying world, step out of your comfort zone and encounter this man’s beautiful dreams.
Intensified Sky
The inner–what is it?
if not intensified sky…
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
A Song to Nobody
A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody….
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