The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, risesIn the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the park, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason. That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. It’s feathers shine The palm Read more about Of Mere Being[…]
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WINTER APPLE By David Whyte Let the apple ripen on the branch beyond your need to take it down. Let the coolness of autumn and the breathing, blowing wind test its adherence to endurance, let the others fall. Wait longer than you would, go against yourself, find the pale nobility of quiet that ripening demands… Read more about Winter Apple[…]
The Doors At first flash of EdenWe race down to the seaStanding there on freedom’s shoreWaiting for the sunWaiting for the sunWaiting for the sunCan you feel itNow that spring has comeAnd it’s time to live in theScattered sunWaiting for the sunWaiting for the sunWaiting for the sunWaiting for the sunWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingWaitingWaiting for you toCome alongWaiting Read more about Waiting for the Sun […]
EL CONDOR PASA (If I could) I’d rather be a sparrow than a snailYes I would, if I could, I surely would I’d rather be a hammer than a nailYes I would, if I only could, I surely would Chorus: Away, I’d rather sail awayLike a swan that’s here and goneA man gets tied up Read more about El Cóndor Paso (I’d rather be)[…]
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[…]
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[…]
Sitings of the beautiful new crescent moon glowing in the embers of the setting sun reach us on Sundaybut we only catch sight of it on moon day and are awed. with the risingthe little egret orchid blooms, takes flight and fades almost within a day we could so easily have missed it. And it’s Read more about Late September – New Libra Moon[…]