Collect your pollen. Fly away inspired.
Posted in poetry on Jun 20th, 2010
On the Beach at Night Walt Whitman (from Leaves of Grass, 1900) On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent [...]
Posted in poetry on May 9th, 2010
TO WASH A CHILD by Pablo Neruda Only the most ancient love on earth will wash and comb the statue of the children, straighten the feet and knees. The water rises, the soap slithers, and the pure body comes up to breathe the air of flowers and motherhood. Oh, the sharp watchfulness, the sweet deception, [...]
Posted in poetry on Dec 24th, 2009
FIRST SNOW by Mary Oliver The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty and what the meaning; such an oracular fever! flowing past windows, an energy it seemed would never ebb, never settle less than lovely! and only now, deep [...]
Posted in poetry on Jun 13th, 2009
The other day, a visiting yoga instructor began and ended class with this poem. The focus of the month at the studio is the heart chakra, which the pink peony can open, bringing awareness to the importance of those around us. She didn’t mention that, but I wonder if she knows it from her chakra [...]
