White-eyes

In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
but he’s restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.

So, it’s over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he’s done all he can.

I don’t know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—

which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.


Quote: Mary Oliver
Image: David Kanigan

thank you, Karl Duffy (Mindfulbalance)

Follow your truth

 

And if you follow your truth down the road to peace and the affirmation of love,
if you shine like a beacon for all to see,
then the poetry of all the great dreamers and philosophers is yours to manifest in a nation,
a world community, and a Beloved Community that is finally at peace with itself.


Quote: John Lewis
Image: Melissa Askew

a path in the woods

I don’t trust the truth of memories
because what leaves us
departs forever
There’s only one current of this sacred river
but I still want to remain faithful
to my first astonishments
to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder
and to carry in myself until the end a path
in the woods of my childhood
dappled with patches of sunlight
to search for it everywhere
in museums in the shade of churches
this path on which I ran unaware
a six-year old
toward my primary mysterious aloneness


Quote:  Anna Kamieńska, from “A Path in the Woods,“

Carved by life

Going on without denying any aspect of the human drama is what strength is all about.
We are carved by life into instruments that will release our song,
if we can hold each up to the carving.


Quote: Mark Nepo
Image: William Recinos

conscious of our treasures

We can only be said to be alive
in those moments when
our hearts are conscious of our treasures.


Quote: Thornton Wilder
Image: Melissa Askew

from Gratefulness.org

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