“Wait” by Galway Kinnell
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 →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…
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 →“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…
Continue reading →Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet…
Continue reading →The Moving Finger Writes 51The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel…
Continue reading →Self Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt…
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