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Shavasana

Shavasana by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer Once again, the field rehearses how to die. Some of the grass turns golden first. Some simply fades into brown. Just this morning, I, too, lay in corpse pose, practicing how to let myself be totally held by the earth without striving, how to meet the day without rushing off …

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The Future

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are …

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Justiniani

For A Hermit by Naomi Shihab Nye from Honeybee, ©2008    1. The hermit Justiniani walked across Europe after refusing to take his final vows. He walked across the colonial United States, coming to live in a cave in southern New Mexico. Once he walked from Las Cruces to San Antonio for a little visit. Justiniani …

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Have No Effect

 Excerpted from the poem “How Finite Minds Most Want To Be” by Rumi: Metaphors mentioning the moonhave no effect upon the moon

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Come, come!

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of living, it doesn’t matter Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come even if you have broken your vow a thousand times, Come, yet again, come, come. WikiQuote has a large collection of sourced Rumi poems and quotes, which is available on the web HERE. Project …

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Idle Amusement

Excerpted from “In Baghdad, Dreaming of Cairo; in Cairo, Dreaming of Baghdad” by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks: The Prophet has said that a true seeker must be completely empty like a lute to make the sweet music of Lord, Lord. When the emptiness starts to get filled with something, the one who plays the …

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Even More Beautiful

 Via Another Day: (Click Image to Imbiggen) Não esqueço de quem me estende a mão. Minha memória não é curta. Apesar de eu esquecer nomes, jamais deixo passar batido o que fazem por mim. Porque aprendi que ajudar o outro é bonito. Mas ser grato é mais bonito ainda. ~ Clarissa Corrêa   ‒•– I don’t …

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Somber Dignity

I used to be shy. You made me sing. I used to refuse things at table. Now I shout for more wine. In somber dignity, I used to sit on my mat and pray. Now children run through and make faces at me. ~Rumi

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Aunt Rose

Aunt Rose by Jim Culleny via 3QuarksDaily … the last 20 yrs of her life after hermother died she sat at that kitchen table hating the irish drinking scotch mist & clipping obits loneliness spread out in front of her like family jewels & now years later i remember i had no kindness for her

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Soon

Will Soon Become Me by Michael P. Garofalo (via Jules of Nature) This peach, these peppers, These grapes, these tomatoes Will all soon become me. Such a tasty fact. I am That and That is Me.  Bless the garden! Bless the kitchen!

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Tea and Oranges

 This poem by Leena Badri and this song by Leonard Cohen seem to share a common vibe: Azza and I Share a Cup of Tea by Leena Badri, from Pank Magazine 1.1-2020 (via 3 Quarks Daily) We find a perfect piece of shade underneath the warm sun, and Azza pours the tea before she speaks …

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Has, Held, Is

Come to Dust by Ursula K. Leguin, in So Far So Good ©2018 (via Jules of Nature) Spirit, rehearse the journeys of the body that are to come, the motions of the matter that held you. Rise up in the smoke of palo santo. Fall to the earth in the falling rain. Sink in, sink …

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a note of compassion

The Sound of Birds at Noonby Dahlia Ravikovitchfrom Contemporary World Poetry, ©1996translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Ariel Bloch This chirpingis not the least malicious.They sing without giving us a thoughtand they are as manyas the seed of Abraham.They have a life of their own,they fly without thinking.Some are rare, some are common,but …

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She Walks in Beauty

 What I love about Marianne Faithfull is that she never stops changing and evolving.  She has never been afraid to try something completely different. Not every swing connects, but she hit this one out of the park.

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Tomorrow

If it All Changed Tomorrow by Ana Daksina If we got that phone call Saying they won’t be coming home If the waters rose If the earth began moving If the air lifted buildings And slammed them down again If the other car hadn’t braked just in time If that knock came on the door …

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Dance On

The old ones disappear, the young dance on;They use the space we make by being gone. ~From the poem “Use of Space” by Clive James

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You Just Know It Does

“There are days where the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.” ~Lang Leav

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Oak

If you’re an oak You don’t pretend You are a flower ~Matsuo Baho Via Draw & Wings

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We’ve inherited hope

We’ve inherited hope–the gift of forgetting.You’ll see how we givebirth among the ruins. ~Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”, Map: Collected and Last Poems ©2016 Below is a video of writer Bill Hayes reading the full poem for the Favorite Poem Project:

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Poetry in Everything

Alexander Bayon is on the web HERE.

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