POEMS: “Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”

“Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”   Traveller: stop a moment. It is time to stop time, to step inside. Come into this house of quiet and let it take your mind. Can you ? The hardest thing. To stop thinking. So you can start really seeing and enter the silent mind that waits in…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “The Word of The Silence” by Aurobindo

“The Word of The Silence” A bare impersonal hush is now my mind, A world of sight clear and inimitable, A volume of silence by a Godhead signed, A greatness pure, virgin of will. Once on its pages Ignorance could write In a scribble of intellect the blind guess of Time And cast gleam-messages of…

POEMS: “How to Be a Poet” by Wendell Berry

“How to Be a Poet”   (To remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill — more of each than you have — inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “The Silence”

“The Silence”   Come, Join me in Silence, It’s the Holy ground of the Beloved. “The beloved”?  you say, We are deeply, Purely loved there- Is not that a sign of the Beloved? Compassion is born there Where Pure love meets suffering, Compassion unspoken, yet deeply felt. Jewels are found there; Strength, Hope, Peace, Joy,…

POEMS: “Word tumbling” (about poetry)

Word Tumbling Every word is wordless in its Source; and no word can ever speak the Truth. But the poet’s words keep tumbling out of Silence like snowflakes falling unbidden from the sky, landing for one brief instant before melting.   Dorothy Hunt Word Tumbling

POEMS: “Listen to This Stillness Moving”

Listen to This Stillness Moving Listen, Listen to this Stillness moving as the Silent Wind through Mind -the Mind of all creation –  blowing as the glistening brook, the salamander struggling up a wet incline of leaves, a tiny purple flower offered to the Buddha, joyful wind chimes jingling, scampering squirrels and squawking jays, preening…

POEMS: “The Shape of Love”

The Shape of Love What we see is not the most important. Could dust rise without the invisible hand of the wind? Could a fan turn without any current? Could lungs breathe without breath? Tell me What is the shape of Love? How much does Joy weigh when held in the palm of your hand?…