August 2019 ~ The Way Of Love

In body, heart, mind - may the great unclenching commence. The Way of Love The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they're given wings. By Jalāl ad-Dīn Rumi (1207 – 1273) from The [...]

By |August 1st, 2019|Poem of the Month|

June 2017 ~ First Lesson

Surrendered, with arms wide open, be thankful to what holds you, and to the ones who taught you. Lie back, daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A [...]

By |June 1st, 2017|Poem of the Month|

March 2015 ~ The Avowal

As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace. Denise Levertov from The Stream and the Sapphire Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic [...]

By |March 1st, 2015|Poem of the Month|

January 2014 ~ When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses off--they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched. "I am your own [...]

By |January 1st, 2014|Poem of the Month|

November 2013 ~ The Rules of the New Car

After I got married and became the stepfather of two children, just before we had two more, I bought it, the bright blue sorrowful car that slowly turned to scratches and the flat black spots of gum in the seats and stains impossible to remove from the floor mats. "Never again," I said as our [...]

By |November 1st, 2013|Poem of the Month|

September 2011 ~ Zero Circle

Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we're lying. If we say No, we don't see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. [...]

By |September 1st, 2011|Poem of the Month|

August 2010 ~ Ado

Ado It grows too fast! I cannot keep pace with it! While I mow the front lawns, the drying green becomes impossible; While I weed the east path, from the west path spring dandelions, What time I sort the borders, the orchard escapes me. And then the interruptions! the interlopers! While I clap my hands [...]

By |August 1st, 2010|Poem of the Month|

November 2009 ~ Sweet Darkness

Sweet Darkness When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your [...]

By |November 1st, 2009|Poem of the Month|

March 2008 ~ Enough

Enough Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life we have refused again and again until now. Until now By David Whyte from Where Many Rivers Meet Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

By |March 8th, 2008|Poem of the Month|

June 2007 ~ Disjecta Membra *

Disjecta Membra * Take a loose rein and a deep seat, John, my father-in-law, would say To someone starting out on a long journey, meaning, take it easy, Relax, let what's taking you take you. I think of landscape incessantly, mountains and rivers, lost lakes Where sunsets festoon and override, The scald of summer wheat [...]

By |June 8th, 2007|Poem of the Month|