Tag: <span>Poetry</span>


Now is the time.

Now is the time to know,

that everything you do is sacred.


Oh,  Why,

do you throw stones at your heart?


why not consider a lasting truce with yourself?

Now is the time

to understand that all your ideas of right and wrong were just a child’s training wheels to be laid aside.

When you can live with veracity & love…

This is the time for you to consider the impossibility that there is anything in the world but Grace.

Now is the season to know,

that everything you do is sacred.


There’s a wonderful article on Hafiz at www.poetseers.com.  Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that Hafiz, “is a poet for poets”.  Spiritual mysticism speaks across geography, cultures, and time periods.  There is wisdom here if you have the eyes to see.  Namaste.

ecstatic poetry

the tortoise

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice–

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do–

determined to save

the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Pulitzer Prize for poetry

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