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The house across the way is newly painted white.Right now, that’s all my being seems to need:this winter morning, sharp, cold, bright and clear,the..

A broken reed. No longerits feet in earth, its stalk in water;what will become of it?Taken by grace; cut; shapedinto new name, new form;breathed into..

Feet slightly apart, firmas at stable ease, yetready for the glorious unexpected;left thumb, pressuredwhite to pink under the nail,hooked through..

'Stillness is my beloved teacher.From her, I learn new things every day.'I said to Stillness,how can you teach me so well?Stillness said,By being..

She was not yet really 'known' -but asked to read by this small groupof older Jewish refugees and eager youngsters,talent destined for a fame,at the..

The cherry blossomsheard the temple bell and bowed;fell gentle as snow.

O Sun,you speak in metaphorsshining with a wintry discontentgrey-yellow on this dustthat dodged your viewuntil todayor perhaps, you are yourselfthe..

SpiderthreadThis cool early morningwhen summer is remembering autumna spider hangs busyoff the end of a twig;it has plans: a threadstronger than..

This mind is full of sounds…like Shakespeare’s island; thoughno mind is like an island…where are all those sounds stored,indexed, waiting tidy on..

'Soul' – you’ve stood your ground nowfor many thousand years; even whenthey said God’s dead – and lightning did not strike..you’ve held our hopes of..

‘Speak up! No need to shout – I’m not t h a t deaf..! ’-do I have any real right to complainif years of partial listening have broughtnow partial..

This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –the shepherds are abed, their night’s task done.Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?All birth’s a miracle;..

On the scale of public aspiration,‘journalist’ comes second bottom to ‘politician’- in Britain; whereas in France, itcomes second top after..

Poetryneeds listeners toreflect love's brightrefulgenceotherwiseit dries and diesa personalindulgence

If the words are good and true,it’s as if the centre of all thingsfires and fills; informs the heart;the heart, the chest and lungs;the lungs, the..

This winter dusk, the wild goose's crydisappears into the stone cliff:stillness.

Posted: Mon Mar 02,2009 1: 34 pm Post subject:--------------------She thought of plum blossom, touched the stringsSmiling gently in her mindthis..

Does this mirrored facehave the same thoughts about meas I have of it?

It should be so obvious:all the ‘eternal values’ which we may seeas worthwhile in our life –these, we share with those who’ve gone before..what else..

It’s even simpler than that:give yourself to the onenessin one thing, one activity:and if it's that, in purity,they’ll come to aid you withwonders..

The throat smiled, that warm Spring evening;the stomach sang it to its heart;but the guts soon shouted farewell.

Show me a wrong conclusionand I’ll jump to it.Show me a wrong treeand I’ll bark up it.Show me a wild gooseand I’ll chase it.Show me a hareand I’ll..

O Lord: my dearmost Selfe – why need I name Thee?Whom I need not call - forever near;O Lord: my wholest Selfe – what grammar speak Thee,who art Word..

A noun, a name, a concept perhaps,sitting on the page..asset-optimization; thought-structure; self-realization…suddenly, from something you’ve never..

Mirthful and merry,jovial and jolly,in-laws for Christmas,prickly as the holly.