SUFI POEMS: “Invocation” by Farid ud-Din Attar

We are busy with the luxury of things.
Their number and multiple faces bring
To us confusion we call knowledge. Say:
God created the world, pinned night to day,
Made mountains to weigh it down, seas

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Come”

“Come” Every day I am astonished by how little I know, and discouraged, obedient as I am to the demand to know more — always more. But then there is the slow seep of light from the day, and I look to the west where the hills are darkening, setting their shoulders to the night,…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The Morning Watch” by Henry Vaughan

“The Morning Watch”   O joys! Infinite sweetness! with what flowers And shoots of glory, my soul breaks and buds! All the long hours Of night and rest, Through the still shrouds Of sleep, and clouds, This dew fell on my breast; O how it bloods, And spirits all my earth! hark! in what rings,…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Beauty Radiated in Eternity” by Hafiz

Beauty Radiated in Eternity   Beauty radiated in eternity With its light; Love was born And set the worlds alight. It revealed itself to angels Who knew not how to love; It turned shyly towards man And set fire to his heart. Reason ventured to light Its own flame and wear the crown, But Your…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “The Waking” by Theodore Roethke

“The Waking” I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking…

SPRING POEMS: “Against the gently flowing spring morning” by Shih Shu

“Against the gently flowing spring morning”   Against the gently flowing spring morning the arrogant rattle of a passing coach peach blossoms beckon from the distant village willow branches caress the shoulder of my pond as bream and carp flash their golden scales and mated ducks link embroidered wings the poet stares about: this way,…

A quote from Einstein to ponder about…

“Nature shows us only the tail of the lion. But there is no doubt in my mind that the lion belongs with it even if he cannot reveal himself to the eye all at once because of his huge dimension.” — Albert Einstein

POEMS: “Long Afternoon at the Edge of Little Sister Pond”

Photo credit: Pinterest “Long Afternoon at the Edge of Little Sister Pond” As for life, I’m humbled, I’m without words sufficient to say how it has been hard as flint, and soft as a spring pond, both of these and over and over, and long pale afternoons besides, and so many mysteries beautiful as eggs…

POEMS: “Snow Geese” by Mary Oliver

Snow Geese Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. One fall day I heard above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound I did…