Let the apple ripen
on the branch
beyond your need
to take it down.
The Center of Your Being by Lao Tzu
Autumn by Monza Noff
The Good News by Thich Nhat Hanh
An Offering for the 50th Earth Day
Poem: The Courage To Be Free (In a World Gone Mad) By Jeff Foster
What Good is a Book of Poems? by Hafez
What good is a book of poems if you are
reading it while riding
in the back of a wagon that is heading toward
the edge of a cliff?
A greater awareness is what our relationship
is supposed to be about.
I was hoping something I might have said by
now could have made you stop, get your bearings,
and start traveling in a direction that will yield
lots of fruit. May be you are? That would be nice.
A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations - Daniel Landinsky
Testimony by Rebecca Baggett: a poem of hope for the planet
A beautiful poem of hope for the planet as we get ready for the Global Climate Strike (September 20-27). Check out 350.org or globalclimatestrike.net to participate in events around you.
Itadakimasu by John J. Brugaletta
What to Remember When Waking by David Whyte
What to Remember When Waking
by David Whyte
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?
from The House of Belonging, Many Rivers Press







