noor

28 Mayıs 23:46

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It’s impossible not to remember wild and want it back. So if someday you can’t find me you might look into that tree or—of course it’s possible—under it.

Reklam

noor

28 Mayıs 23:45

Oh the house of denial has thick walls and very small windows and whoever lives there, little by little, will turn to stone.

noor

28 Mayıs 23:44

Some wounds never vanish. Yet little by little I learned to love my life.

Okur Takip Önerileri

Tümünü Gör

noor

28 Mayıs 23:43

Poem of The One World

This morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water and then into the sky of this the one world we all belong to where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else which thought made me feel for a little while quite beautiful myself.

noor

28 Mayıs 23:41

If I Were

There are lots of ways to dance and to spin, sometimes it just starts my feet first then my entire body, I am spinning no one can see it but it is happening. I am so glad to be alive, I am so glad to be loving and loved. Even if I were close to the finish, even if I were at my final breath, I would be here to take a stand, bereft of such astonishments, but for them. If I were a Sufi for sure I would be one of the spinning kind.

Reklam

noor

28 Mayıs 23:41

Is a prayer a gift, or a petition, or does it matter?

noor

27 Mayıs 11:20

Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.

noor

Everything That Was Broken

27 Mayıs 11:19

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.

noor

27 Mayıs 11:17

Except for the Body

Except for the body of someone you love, including all its expressions in privacy and in public, trees, I think, are the most beautiful forms on the earth. Though, admittedly, if this were a contest, the trees would come in an extremely distant second.

noor

27 Mayıs 11:16

As for lovers, they are discovering new ways to love. Listen, their windows are open. You can hear them laughing.

Reklam

noor

27 Mayıs 08:44

That Little Beast

That pretty little beast, a poem, has a mind of its own. Sometimes I want it to crave apples but it wants red meat. Sometimes I want to walk peacefully on the shore and it wants to take off all its clothes and dive in. Sometimes I want to use small words and make them important and it starts shouting the dictionary, the opportunities. Sometimes I want to sum up and give thanks, putting things in order and it starts dancing around the room on its four furry legs, laughing and calling me outrageous. But sometimes, when I’m thinking about you, and no doubt smiling, it sits down quietly, one paw under its chin, and just listens.

noor

26 Mayıs 23:23

All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers.

noor

26 Mayıs 23:22

Some words will never leave God’s mouth, no matter how hard you listen.

noor

26 Mayıs 23:22

God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.

noor

26 Mayıs 23:21

When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches.