Category Archives: Poetry by others

‘WAITING’ by Pierre Theilhard de Chardin

“Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something … Continue reading

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The Miracle of Existence

The following is a quotation from Sri Mooji: When you lose the eyes of the ego, you see with the eyes of God. While identity persists in us, we see and experience the world shaped by our projections alone. When … Continue reading

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What does the Universe want from me?

A poem by Erica Sarzin-Borillo   (http://www.mythichealingarts.com/) To hold a candle in the dark and illuminate what could not be seen And often what would not be seen To hold hold a pic in the minds of men to get to … Continue reading

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The Free Fall ~ by Helen Zingarella

Oh dearest Life may I be clay in your hands responsible for only this: To come back to rest in the Heart. Trillions of times I reached out trying to hold myself at any of your gifts but you are … Continue reading

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The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests … Continue reading

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Sometimes a Wild God – by Tom Hirons

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You … Continue reading

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The Thing Is.. by Ellen Bass

“The Thing Is” from Mules of Love to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of … Continue reading

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