“When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver
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 →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 →Wait Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will…
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 →“Dark Night of the Soul” – Translation by Mirabai Starr On a dark night, Inflamed by love-longing– O exquisite risk!– Undetected I slipped away. My…
Continue reading →O noble Love, do in me Your holy will in all things My life and death belong to you. May you make of me One…
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Continue reading →One day in your wineshop, I drank a little wine, And threw off this robe of my body, And knew, drunk on you, the world…
Continue reading →My friend and I snickered the first time we heard the meditation teacher, a grown man, call himself honey, with a hand placed over his heart…
Continue reading →So, you want to learn how to write better poetry. Maybe you’re just venturing out into the wild lands of poetic verse for the first…
Continue reading →“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding” And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain. And he said: Your…
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