Image Bibbi Friman Beannacht (“Blessing”) On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours,
Posts under ‘poetry’
Do not let this universe regret you
Praise the miracle of this body. Another blast-our-hearts-open slam poetry goddess, Marty McCollen, is giving us the warning; Speak, march, dream: Do not let this universe regret you
There’s nothing more beautiful…
Hey, you are in for a treat sister. To me listening to gifted poets like Sara Kay is pure darshan far beyond most of the staring-talking-very- slowly-namaste-I am-beyond-everything (but-i-have-a-huge-monster-under-my-bed)-kind-of-spiritual-gurus. Poetry offered in this way (here as so-called Slam Poetry) does not just TALK about love, or just TALK about spirit, it transports me right into [Read More...]
The Guest House
Image ashesandsnow.org This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He [Read More...]
The Summer Day
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is [Read More...]
ROAR
By Cinda Stevens Lonsway It began as a whisper, of one woman leaning into the ear of another, “Do you feel it?” she asked. Then whispered to another, “Do you feel it?” and it began to spread, this whisper, from one woman to another, to another, whispering, “Do you feel it? Do you feel it?” [Read More...]
We Have Come to Be Danced
by Jewel Mathieson We have come to be danced not the pretty dance not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance but the claw our way back into the belly of the sacred, sensual animal dance the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance the holding the precious moment in the palms [Read More...]
