“To create a space for all our words, Drawing us to listen inward and outward. We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us. Somewhere in us a dignity presides That is more gracious than the smallness That fuels us with fear and force, A dignity that trusts the form a day takes. So at the end of this day, we give thanks For being betrothed to the unknown And for the secret work Through which the mind of the day And wisdom of the soul become one.” ― John O’Donohue
“Our own life has to be our message.” — Thich Nhat Hanh
I will be at a three week meditation retreat so will be taking a short hiatus from blogging. I encourage you in all light and love to continue the journey of diving into your soul and connecting with your exquisite essence. Be well and may the peace of love hold you tenderly in the unfolding of your heart.
“Love gives not but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possess not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient onto love. When you love you should not say, ‘God is in my heart.’ but rather, ‘I am in the heart of God.’ And think not you can direct the course of love, for love if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; to rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; to return home at eventide with gratitude; and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”
Thank you for your responses to my post “Visibility for Poets.” Poets matter, not just during National Poetry Month which comes every April. We would agree that if everyone read and wrote poetry, it would be a kinder world. Especially if we all wrote haiku.
We must encourage people through our work to tap into their inner selves. When we begin caring about ourselves, we also feel a kinship with others and we understand their struggles, too.
Poetry is for everyone. Let us all strive to be better poets, studying our art to master it.