The lightest touch

“Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.”

~ David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You and River Flow: New & Selected Poems

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The loss of a great person . . .

Maya Angelou was the indigent child who reached the White House, the mute little girl whose indelible voice will echo through the centuries. The 86-year-old renaissance woman, an award-winning writer, poet, actress and witness to history, died quietly Wednesday morning at her home on the North Carolina campus of Wake Forest University.  An irreplaceable loss.

I know why the caged bird sings

“The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.”
Maya Angelou~

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Whoever you are

“You do not have to be good.
“You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
~ Mary Oliver

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There are no real boundaries

“There are no real boundaries, atomic or other, between self and not-self; it is all heat and intention. A ripple expands, becomes multi-dimensionally sensate, sprouts amoeboid rivulets, vibrates in feelers across a room, anastomoses through a house and out walls, then radiates with growing confidence beyond the city like a psychic octopus, an octoblob extending fractal arms along each tendril to a tingly pod, traveling, reaching, always following sensation, always in tough, across the stars and into their worlds.

What initially felt like a faint fluctuating trickle or a muffled pulse becomes exponentially more penetrating than a radio telescope, more precise than a cyclotron, stickier than electromagnetism and more seminal than an atomic bomb. On Earth we have not begun to tap sentient potential.”

~ Richard Grossinger

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A world of peace

“A World Of Unconditional Love; A World Of Peace
A World Devoid Of Disharmony And Disease
A World Where All People, Regardless Of Race Or Creed
Can Live Together In Harmony, All Prejudice Freed.

A World Of Balance Between Nature And Man
A World That Shows Respect For Our Bountiful Land
A Mother Earth That Provides Us With All That We Need
Can Be Ours If We Share Her Bounty And Let Go Of Our Greed.

A World Whose Magnificent Beauty We Can Admire With Awe
Can Be Our Heritage If We Live According To Universal Law
If We Can Love Ourselves As Beautiful Creations Of God
Loving Others The Same Way Will Not Be So Hard.

A World That Realizes Each Individual Soul
Is But One Individual Expression Of A Much Greater Whole
We Each Choose Our Role And We Each Play Our Part
But We Are All Inter-Connected… Each Soul And Each Heart.

There Is Only ONE Race… The HUMAN Race
Now Is The Time And In Our Hearts Is The Place
Together We Can Create A World That Is Perfect And Right
A World God Envisioned, Filled With Love And With Light.

When Each Person Finds His Own Peace In His Heart
A Global Healing Will Occur And World Peace Will Start
For What Is Without Reflects What Is Within
Each Of Our Hearts, Where It All Must Begin.”

~ Barbara Larkin

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