“The Buddha’s Last Instruction” by Mary Oliver
The Buddha’s Last Instruction “Make of yourself a light,” said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning as the east begins…
Continue reading →The Buddha’s Last Instruction “Make of yourself a light,” said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning as the east begins…
Continue reading →“Making the House Ready for the Lord” Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but still nothing is as shining as it should…
Continue reading →Spring Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of…
Continue reading →“He Kissed Me Once” by Bahar Saied He kissed me once and stole my lips and robbed me from sleep I am scared if he…
Continue reading →Swan Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air…
Continue reading →When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to…
Continue reading →Do poems about dogs qualify as mystical poetry? Mary Oliver’s certainly do. My definition of mystical poetry is any poem “that describes or evokes an…
Continue reading →I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and…
Continue reading →Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers…
Continue reading →Knee-deep in the ferns springing up at the edge of the whistling swamp I watch the owl with its satisfied, heart-shaped face as it flies over the water– back and…
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