Bringing joy
to one heart
with love
is better than
one thousand
repetitive prayer recitings.
~ Sufi Proverb
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Poetry Thursday
The Endless
~Timothy Donnelly
I saw a yellow butterfly
flying
in my opinion
the wrong way, flying across
the sound
to Connecticut
I saw a cormorant
oily-looking
flying
close to the sea’s surface
precisely
as I floated on it on
my back in
the attitude of the crucifixion
minerals in my body
in
conversation with
the minerals of the sea
about the sun
how can I possibly
add
to what’s already been said
so well
by the ancients
and said with
an austerity I’ll never
know
it is an honor to take
a backseat to the ancients
who knew how
I was a fat white fish
dissolving
under the sold-out stadium sun
like a god
but like a god
I could live through anything.
~Timothy Donnelly
I saw a yellow butterfly
flying
in my opinion
the wrong way, flying across
the sound
to Connecticut
I saw a cormorant
oily-looking
flying
close to the sea’s surface
precisely
as I floated on it on
my back in
the attitude of the crucifixion
minerals in my body
in
conversation with
the minerals of the sea
about the sun
how can I possibly
add
to what’s already been said
so well
by the ancients
and said with
an austerity I’ll never
know
it is an honor to take
a backseat to the ancients
who knew how
I was a fat white fish
dissolving
under the sold-out stadium sun
like a god
but like a god
I could live through anything.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Poetry Thursday, it is all about love
Love is cure.
Love is power.
Love is the magic
of changes.
Love is the mirror
of divine beauty.
~ Rumi
Love is power.
Love is the magic
of changes.
Love is the mirror
of divine beauty.
~ Rumi
Thursday, September 07, 2017
Poetry Thursday, meditation
Sketch
~Carl Sandburg
The shadows of the ships
Rock on the crest
In the low blue lustre
Of the tardy and the soft inrolling tide.
A long brown bar at the dip of the sky
Puts an arm of sand in the span of salt.
The lucid and endless wrinkles
Draw in, lapse and withdraw.
Wavelets crumble and white spent bubbles
Wash on the floor of the beach.
Rocking
on the crest
In the
low blue lustre
Are the
shadows of the ships.