April 22, 2016

 

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...

April 16, 2016

 The little sparrows 
hop ingenuously 
about the pavement 
quarreling 
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 Willia...

April 9, 2016

 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 lis...

April 2, 2016

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
the wate...

Please reload

Uitgelichte berichten

Getting my groove on: my Irish writing vacation

October 8, 2019

1/3
Please reload

RSS Feed
Recente berichten

November 12, 2016

Please reload

Archief
Please reload

Zoeken op tags
Volg ons
  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Basic Square
  • Google+ Basic Square

FOLLOW ME

  • Facebook Classic
  • Twitter Classic
  • Google+ App Icon

© 2015 by Milla van der Have. Proudly created with Wix.com