MYSTICAL POEMS: “Sit and be still” by Wendell Berry

“Sit and be still”    Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind’s commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer. by Wendell Berry

POEMS: “Bridge of Prayer” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Bridge of Prayer The bridge of prayer from heavenly heights suspended     Unites the earth with spirit-realms in Space. The interests of those separate worlds are blended     For those whose feet turn often toward that place. In troubled nights of sorrow and repining,     When joy and hope seem sunk in dark despair, We…

POEMS: “Morning Poem” by Mary Oliver

  Morning Poem Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your nature to…

ZEN INSPIRATIONAL POEMS: “Hokusai says” by Roger Keyes

      “Hokusai says” Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing. He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get more who you really are. He says get stuck, accept it, repeat yourself…


WISDOM QUOTES ON “GRATITUDE”   “Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust   “Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh   “Be grateful for what you already have while you…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “Prayer” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Prayer”  Lord, let us pray. Give us the open mind, O God, The mind that dares believe In paths of thought as yet untrod; The mind that can conceive Large visions of a wider way Than circumscribes our world to-day. May tolerance temper our own faith, However great our zeal; When others speak of life…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “The Valley Of Fear” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In the journey of life, as we travel along
To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,
You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,
Not seeing the sign-board that points to the right.
Through caverns of sorrow your feet may be led,
Where the noon of the day will like midnight appear.