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“What if the world is holding its breath – 
waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?”
David Whyte

Why, in the middle of your busy life, would you pause to read poetry?

Because good poetry points us to what truly matters, which is why I use poetry so much in my work.  A good poem offers sanctuary, reminding us of the necessity, power and beauty of contemplation.  In a world hell-bent on filling space with activity and silence with noise, this is a subversive act.  So slow down, digest a poem, let it take you by the hand.  Allow yourself be touched, even changed.  Indeed, poetry has been know to save lives.  Nuff said.  Onward!

Image: Paul Cezanne, Still life, pitcher and fruit

June 2018 – I could not lie anymore (and the remix)


The wee Luckster has actually always known his true nature,
while I, on the other hand, have needed help.  Read on.

I could not lie anymore
so I started to call my dog
“God.”

First he looked
confused, then

he started smiling, then
he even danced.

I kept at it: now
he doesn’t even bite.

I am wondering
if this might work

on people?

Takuram (1608 –1650), found in Love Poems from God.
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West.
  Translations by Daneil Ladinsky

Remix: My dog could not lie anymore

My dog could not lie anymore
so he started to call me
“God.”

First I looked
confused, then

I started smiling, then
I even danced.

He kept at it: now
I don’t even bite.

He and I are wondering
if this might work on

other people?

Remix by Krayna & Lucky

By |June 2nd, 2018|Tags: |

May 2018 ~ Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]


A blessing:  May we be released from the cog of repetition, busyness, and familiarity. 
May we sing ourselves and one another awake.  Now.

This is what was bequeathed us:

This earth the beloved left

And, leaving,

Left to us.

 

No other world

But this one:

Willows and the river

And the factory

With its black smokestacks.

 

No other shore, only this bank

On which the living gather.

 

No meaning but what we find here.

No purpose but what we make.

 

That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:

Turn me into song; sing me awake.

 

Suggested musical selection to accompany you: Cello music in Gregorian style:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HJMbhbL4F0

Gregory Orr, from How Beautiful the Beloved
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

By |May 1st, 2018|

April 2018 ~ School Prayer

This “child’s prayer,” an invocation for attentive presence,
is an invitation to bow and sow seeds of empathy and wonder,
whatever one’s age.

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

Diane Ackerman from I Praise My Destroyer
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

By |April 1st, 2018|Tags: , |

Lucky’s Corner

lucky

Here’s a tasty morsel of poetic medicine from Lucky.
Down the hatch!

“You are a living landscape,
a vast humming presence,
a biosphere of wonder.”

Krayna

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