Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
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New Age
Thinking and Feeling
The way you think is the way you feel. Or is it, the way you feel is the way you think? Can’t it be both? Aren’t they inseparable and not something to disentangle in an effort to establish a source. The source […]
The Room Never Sleeps
This room I visit never sleeps. It watches as I come to bed. It waits around me through the night. And when I wake and leave, it is there, silent and accepting, and will stay until I return. Like every place we […]
Your Path
Do not take the easy ways out from feelings and from faith. That road is not a path, and you will discover nothing on it. A road gets you from one place to another. A path is where you make discoveries. A […]
Between you and this
Why would a being born of a world feel scared and alone in that world? Why would a being born of this world feel scared and alone in this world? There might be other realities. Here there is this reality. You were […]
Your Tasks
Your creative energy will hold your life in check until it is released. That energy will block not only your feelings, turning them to tension, pain, and despair, but it will also block your very experience of life. We each one of […]
Saturn’s Ring
On the gray, flat roof of a Brooklyn building, Square and safe and separate from the city, Watching a crescent moon sink towards Manhattan, Enjoying the night breeze after a hot day, Saturn, rising over my left shoulder, Is a tiny promise […]
Find a Flower
There might be a flower growing and you won’t have to pluck it. Just look and remember the clichés about velvet and fragility, about blood and ink, youth and time? Can a simple flower hold all these ideas? Think a moment, how […]
Old Dogs
Why do we insist on loving old dogs? We could escape the inevitable pain Of their inevitable demise By simply never loving at all. In that, you’ll find every answer. Why are we moved to love? We know that death always wins. […]
Coming Home by Mary Oliver
Bring authority to a reading of your poems? It would be poison to do so. The critics can’t help themselves, of course. It is the nature of a grasping mind to think it is possessing and corralling. But where does the poison […]
Wishes in Bloom
I wish to be, That is enough for me.
Death without Fear, Life without Fear
“He who fears death fears either the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if you will have no sensation, you will feel nothing bad; and if you have a different kind of sensation, then you will be a […]