chairs;
and, I remember, love;
all else was there,
and did not need to name itself.
Similar Posts
Krishna passed that mountain many times;
that all his mind was filled with fresh delightas if he’d never walked, nor seen, that way;the beauty of the mountain ever new,the moment of its sight, the world reborn;the mind surprised by what it always knew:the beauty past all beauty’s name and form.This is true beauty, in ourself revealed:a sight that’s ever fresh, yet…
Sometimes a single misprinted word
as today, when the next month’s political campaignwas said ‘to have cliched into place’.
here is the world of not only:
beyond not, beyond only, tonot only, but.. to That!not only for some, but for all.Be sitting in your chair, orkneeling before an altar or a statue, ortouching head to ground, orcross-legged, the sitar and the vinaquietening to silence, the incensefilling the lungs and heart;or walking through the forest, in the hills; seeing,not only this, or…
I’ve got a cuddly teddy bear,
I wondered what to call him;and then the answer came:My Mom and Dad have told methat he’s the friend who frees us,and loves us, keeps us out of sin;that’s why my bear’s called Jesus.
In the street outside the window
only her eyes, looking straight ahead, demurely down,are to be seen of her, above her veil, below her headscarf; and yet –around her, as we draw our breath, transfixed –around her, all the air is radiant with the light of love…and in the following days, for hours each day,we, love-smitten, wait in hope to catch…
O Great Spirit,
the great eagle with sharper eye than any aeroplane,watches over us and knows all things;who even descends from your great circles of flightover our beautiful land of stone and earth and treeto show a child lost in the bushthe way back to the village and to home,please show us, too, the way back home, to…