Has been assumed to be —
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?
- Emily Dickinson
Has been assumed to be —
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?
- Emily Dickinson
Joan Naviyuk Kane
Butane, propane
and lungful of diesel.
I did not stand a chance.
...
Everything in exchange,
rain in a frozen season.
Our roof, roofs strung
with hot wire. Our love,
what was, an impression
of light, gaunt: there is
nothing to get.
Joan Naviyuk Kane
Butane, propane
and lungful of diesel.
I did not stand a chance.
...
Everything in exchange,
rain in a frozen season.
Our roof, roofs strung
with hot wire. Our love,
what was, an impression
of light, gaunt: there is
nothing to get.
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by Rumi
The tender-hearted
cry out
as the millstone
of sky grinder crushes
and transforms.
Love-making crushes
a thorn
into a rose.
The ground
grows emerald silk
for the feet.
A dervish sheds
personalities
like a snake
its old skin.
by Rumi
The tender-hearted
cry out
as the millstone
of sky grinder crushes
and transforms.
Love-making crushes
a thorn
into a rose.
The ground
grows emerald silk
for the feet.
A dervish sheds
personalities
like a snake
its old skin.
His message is only heard in silence.
...
In this world and the next,
Don’t talk about this and that;
Let him show you everything,
shining as one . . . in silence.
- Rumi
Photo by Ronaldo de Oliveira on Unsplash.
His message is only heard in silence.
...
In this world and the next,
Don’t talk about this and that;
Let him show you everything,
shining as one . . . in silence.
- Rumi
Photo by Ronaldo de Oliveira on Unsplash.
Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash.
Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash.
- Julia Cameron
- Julia Cameron
abyss and shuttle,
a finished cloth
frayed by the years, then gathered
in the songs and games
mothers teach their children.
abyss and shuttle,
a finished cloth
frayed by the years, then gathered
in the songs and games
mothers teach their children.
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by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra
and greens
and cabbage
and lots of
barbecue
and buttermilk
and homemade ice-cream
at the church picnic ...
from Black Feeling, Black Talk/Black Judgement © 1970
by Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra
and greens
and cabbage
and lots of
barbecue
and buttermilk
and homemade ice-cream
at the church picnic ...
from Black Feeling, Black Talk/Black Judgement © 1970
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
from Marge Piercy's More Than Enough
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42466/...
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
from Marge Piercy's More Than Enough
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42466/...
afsc.org/lifelines
afsc.org/lifelines
No matter who it is, it is sacred—
Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession
"I Sing the Body Electric" by Walt Whitman www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45472/...
No matter who it is, it is sacred—
Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession
"I Sing the Body Electric" by Walt Whitman www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45472/...