For Aldo
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level...
View ArticleWabi-Sabi
An apprentice gardener ~ after having raked every leaf, weeded every bed, trimmed every expiring flower, and set every stone aright ~ went to his master for approval. Sensei, he said, bowing low, It...
View ArticleA Strange Feather
All The craziness, All the empty plots, all the ghosts and fears, All the grudges and sorrows have Now Passed. I must have inhaled A strange Feather That finally Fell Out. ~ Hafiz Translation by...
View ArticleThe Temple Bell
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ~ Basho This week’s image ~ Japanese Temple Bell, Creative Commons, Saul Adereth/Flickr.
View ArticleLiving Poetry
The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by geologists and antiquaries chiefly, but living poetry like the leaves of a tree. ~...
View ArticleWhat Is So Rare
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear...
View ArticleThis Present Moment
This present moment: That lives on, To become Long ago ~ Gary Snyder
View ArticlePoetry Of Life
Nothing will sustain you more potently than the power to recognize in your humdrum routine, as perhaps it may be thought, the true poetry of life. ~ Sir William Osler (1849-1919), Canadian Physician...
View ArticleA Bed Of Mosses
And when thou art weary, I’ll find thee a bed of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. ~ John Keats
View ArticlePoetry Of The Earth
The poetry of the earth is ceasing never; On a lone winter evening when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever. ~ John Keats Happy...
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