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.
Tag Archives: 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…
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.
Paper & Cloud
If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this
sheet of paper. Without a cloud there will be no water; without water,
the trees cannot grow; and without trees, you cannot make paper. So
the cloud is in here. The existence of this page is dependent upon the
existence of a [...]
A Song to Nobody
A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody….
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