Category: Poetry

  Enter the turret of your love, and lie close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns that beat and echo in the mind like sounds risen from sunken cities lost to fear; let in the light that answers your desire awakening at midnight with the fire, until its magic burns the […]

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.   Soul and body have no […]

If humans could be that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried, swift from sheer unswerving impetus! If we could blossom out of ourselves, giving nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!   From Denise Levertov, The métier of blossoming

  I look at my heart, such as it is, so much lower than what language can do; but yet: the heart is itself what is, is all that is, it is all that is disguised by speech. How many words will you speak today? Too many; much too many. How much will you be […]

  This is love: to fly towards a secret sky to open the curtains, again and again to let go of life. How do you find it? Easy. Take just one step (but don’t move your feet) see the world as unseeable and forget the seeming self. I said to my heart, what a gift […]

  SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright! The bridal of the earth and sky— The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full […]

    My mother holding me, looking down at me, sometimes, smiling, she would weep. Now, I know why. Love is strong, so strong that it can break the cage, and for one holy moment she disappeared from everything. All that we do comes from that, that taste of flying. The possibility of being free […]

  When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if the conversation had ended just before you arrived. I liked the glimpse […]

Don’t worry about saving these songs, And if one of our instruments breaks, It doesn’t matter. We have fallen, We have fallen into the place, Where everything is music… Today, like every other day, We wake up empty and frightened Don’t open the door to the study And begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. […]

  The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown And fit the earth like a leather glove. Before the leaves can mount again To fill the trees with another shade, They must go down past things coming up. They must go down into […]

  Look at love… how it tangles the lover and the beloved look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new life why are you so busy with this or that or good or bad? pay attention to how things blend why talk about all the known and the unknown see how unknown […]

    Thank God, thank God, we do believe, Thank God that this is Christmas Eve. Even as we kneel upon this day, Even so, the ancient legends say Nearly two thousand years ago The stalled ox knelt, and even so The ass knelt full of praise, which they Could not express, while we can […]

    All existence Is a sea, abundant with life. For instance: In a handful of ocean water You couldn’t even count all the first class Musicians Intelligent, sane, and Utterly in the groove Extremely sweet And wild. In a handful of the sky and earth, In a handful of God, We cannot count All […]

    already i can see that sunlit hill although my journey hardly has begun; how what we cannot hold, can hold us with its inner light, however far away, and changes us, though we are nowhere near, to something that we hardly know we are. A sign speaks, and a sign in us responds, […]

Who stands at my door in the storm and rain On the threshold of being? One who waits till you call him in From the empty night Are you a stranger, out in the storm, Or has my enemy found me out On the edge of being? I am no stranger who stands at the […]

  O Come, O Come, thou wounded stag,                       at home on rugged ridge and crag                       guide us who cut our feet on stone,                      and bring us hope, whose bodies groan.                                                                  Rejoice! Rejoice! Atender cry                                                                shall smooth our pian and lift us high.