Since We’ve Seen Each Other | by Rumi
Since We’ve Seen Each Other Since we’ve seen each other, a game goes on.Secretly, I move and you respond.You’re winning, you think it’s funny. But look up from the board now, look howI’ve brought in furniture to this invisible place,so we...
Birdwings | by Rumi
Birdwings Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it...
Wild Geese | by Mary Oliver
Wild Geese You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world...
To You | by Walt Whitman
To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,...
There’s A Hole In The Sidewalk | by Portia Nelson
There’s A Hole In The Sidewalk Autobiography in Five Short ChaptersBy Portia Nelson Chapter OneI walk down the street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I fall in.I am lost …. I am helpless.It isn’t my fault.It takes forever to find a way out....
