Poems

snow geese at sunsetPoems

“The Journey”
By David Whyte
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
A great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes
of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

“Morning at Great Pond”
By Mary Oliver
It starts like this:

forks of light
slicking up
out of the east,
flying over you,
and what’s left of night—
its black waterfalls,
its craven doubt—
dissolves like gravel
as the sun appears
trailing clouds
of pink and green wool,
igniting the fields,
turning the ponds
to plates of fire.
The creatures there
are dark flickerings
you make out
one by one
as the light lifts—
great blue herons,
wood ducks shaking
their shimmering crests—
and knee-deep
in the purple shallows
a deer drinking:
as she turns
the silver water
crushes like silk,
shaking the sky,
and you’re healed then
from the night, your heart
wants more, you’re ready
to rise and look!
to hurry anywhere!
to believe in everything.

“Quietness”
By Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now…

“We Have Not Come to Take Prisoners”
By Hafiz
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
“O please, O please,
Come out and play.”

For we have not come here to take prisoners,
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,

But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom, and
Light!

“I Thank You God”
By E.E. Cummings
i thank You God for most this
amazing day: for the leaping
greenly spirits of trees and a blue
true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is
infinite which is yes
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the
no of all nothing–human merely
being doubt unimaginable You?

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