Category Archives: Poetry by others

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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Everything is Waiting for You by David Whyte

Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your … Continue reading

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This Flower Alone by Lyla June Johnson

This flower alone, which at once is beauty is rooted in beauty and whose petals reach out to beauty This flower alone, whose quiet song is drowned by the blasts and by the evening news of the modern world (but … Continue reading

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Go To The Limits Of Your Longing –

“Go to the Limits of Your Longing” from the Book Of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke
 translation by Joanna Macy + Anita Barrows God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
 then walks with us silently out of … Continue reading

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A Map to the Next World – by Joy Harjo

In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for those who would climb through the hole in the sky. My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged from the killing fields, … Continue reading

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Words from Chameli Ardagh & David Whyte.

Longing for the real: It requires an awesome vulnerability to step out of the numbing comfort of casualness, out of the confinement of the small me-plan,
 finding yourself trembling in the unknown land 
beyond the limits of who you have … Continue reading

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A Walk – 1924 by Rainer Maria Rilke

I want to share one of my favourite short poems. Rilke is speaking of something elusive and subtle – hard to grasp. But to me thats the point, that is where the longing is, just beyond my grasp. And yet … Continue reading

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