The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats – 1865-1939 Where dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,There lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wakeThe drowsy water rats;There we’ve hid our faery vats,Full of berrysAnd of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world’s more Read more about Stolen child – W B Yeats[…]
Coloured fishing vessels are often moored in the tiny harbour of Hvammstangi, a town that sits in the eastern shore of the Miðfjörður. The name is derived from ‘hvammur’, which means a green space in a mountain and is now home to Einar, a poet and teacher in Icelandic and literature. He moved to this Read more about Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds[…]
Do you think peace requires an end to war?Or tigers eating only vegetables?Does peace require an absence fromyour boss, your spouse, yourself?…Do you think peace will come some other place than here?Some other time than Now?In some other heart than yours? Peace is this moment without judgment.That is all. This moment in the Heart-spacewhere everything Read more about Peace is This Moment Without Judgment[…]
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,Where your thoughts never think to wander,This beginning has been quietly forming,Waiting until you were ready to emerge. For a long time it has watched your desire,Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,Noticing how you willed yourself on,Still unable to leave what you had outgrown. It watched you play with the Read more about For a New Beginning – John O’Donohue[…]
Please Come Home. by Jane Hooper. Please come home. Please come home.Find the place where your feet know to walkAnd follow your own trail home. Please com home. Please come into your own body,Your own vessel, your own earth.Please come home into each and every cellAnd fully into the space that surrounds you. Please come Read more about Come home[…]
Joy Harjo Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop. Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control. Open the door, then close it behind you. Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean. Give it back with gratitude. If Read more about For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet[…]
Cool autumn air scattering crispy brown leaves Then sweeping them into piles Which soften the fall of shiny brown conkers Giant seed balls still Bearing a vernix coating. birthed from spiky shells with the softest of liningS. Then onto the beach blown along by the chill east wind. The Sun still clinging onto its last Read more about Wind, leaves, conkers, sand and shells.[…]
“When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It’s a subtle kind of murder … the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.” ― Jim Morrison People are afraid of themselves They should stand up Read more about My sister is a serial killer[…]
Seven thirty and the light is starting to diminish. lamps are needed to read by. The time of fires is fast approaching. Next week is forecast to be a late blast of heat,Summer going out in a blaze before the equinox marks the step change in the seasonsAnd the year wanes into the time of Read more about Seven thirty[…]
A Shiny chestnut conker, smooth to the touch. And a harvest of eight plump pears from our treeSeven thirty and the light is starting to diminish.lamps are needed to read by.The time of fires is fast approaching.Next week is forecast to be a late blast of heat,Summer going out in a blazebefore the equinox marks Read more about A shiny chestnut conker[…]