“Missing the Boat” by Naomi Shihab-Nye « It is not so much that the boat passed and you failed to notice it. It is more like the boat stopping directly outside your bedroom window, the captain blowing the signal-horn, the band playing a rousing march. The boat shouted, waving bright flags, its silver hull blinding in …
Sometimes a Wild God Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That …
is the conversation between what we love to do and how we love to be. Rest is the essence of giving and receiving. Rest is an act of remembering, imaginatively and intellectually but also physiologically and physically. To rest is to give up on the already exhausted will as the prime motivator of endeavor, with …
La fonction d’un artiste, c’est d’ouvrir les coeurs. “As I write this I’m thinking of my father’s unique blend of self-deprecation and dignity, his approachable elegance, his charisma without audacity, his old-world gentlemanliness and the hand-forged tower of his work,” Adam wrote. “There’s so much I wish I could thank him for, just one last …
SWEET DARKNESS When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your …
DESPAIR takes us in when we have nowhere else to go; when we feel the heart cannot break anymore, when our world or our loved ones disappear, when we feel we cannot be loved or do not deserve to be loved, when our God disappoints, when our world disappoints, or when our body is carrying …
We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common cause, to produce the miraculous. I am thinking of the way the intangible air traveled at speed round a shaped wing easily holds our weight. So may we, in this …
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and …
« you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your …
Naming love too early is a beautiful but harrowing human difficulty. Most of our heartbreak comes from attempting to name who or what we love and the way we love, too early in the vulnerable journey of discovery. We can never know in the beginning, in giving ourselves to a person, to a work, to …
Pinto les notes d’una havanera blava com l’aigua d’un mar antic. Blanca d’escuma, dolça com l’aire, gris de gavines, daurada d’imatges, vestida de nit. Miro el paisatge, cerco paraules, que omplin els versos sense neguit. Els pins m’abracen, sento com callen, el vent s’emporta tot l’horitzó. Si pogués fer-me escata i amargar-me a la platja …
Je ne mourrai pas une vie non vécue. Je ne vivrai pas dans la crainte de tomber ou de prendre feu. Je choisis d’habiter mes jours, de laisser ma vie m’ouvrir, et me rendre moins peureuse, plus accessible, délier mon coeur jusqu’à ce qu’il devienne une aile, une torche, une promesse. Je choisis de risquer …
Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, And you its only seed. It’s the heart, afraid of breaking, …
