Suffering is alchemy, change is God
Now you droop your head, heavy with rust Sit, contemplate, what did Buddha say?
Old age, sickness, death, no one owns eternity From 'Peony' by Marilyn Chin The other day I saw Ruby Wax. She gave a lecture on mindfulness, that's her thing now - although she happily confessed she doesn't like the word, because "it sounds vegan". So Ruby took the scientific approach to mindfulness. There was a lot of cortisol and dopamine going on, which is
The little sparrows
about the pavement
with sharp voices
over those things
that interest them.
But we who are wiser
shut ourselves in
on either hand
and no one knows
whether we think good
or evil. From ' Pastoral poem' by William Carlos Williams In times of trouble often a hands-on week is just what you need. Especially if you are me. When I have a lot on my mind, my mind tends to be on a lot. All over the place. Working over
You, God, who live next door–
If at times, through the long night, I trouble you
with my urgent knocking–
this is why: I hear you breathe so seldom.
I know you’re all alone in that room.
If you should be thirsty, there’s no one
to get you a glass of water.
I wait listening, always. Just give me a sign!
I’m right here. From 'You, God, who live next door' from The Book of Hours, by Rainer Maria Rilke Rilke has always been special to me. From all the poets he feels most
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
Or stand under trees in the woods, From 'Miracles' by Walt Whitman Funny thing. When my father went to New York, he asked me what I wanted him to bring me. I said poetry, of course. Whitman, to be specific. He broug