Where I wander – You!
Where I ponder – You!
Only You everywhere, You, always, You.
You, You, You.
When I am gladdened – You!
And when I am saddened – You!
Only You, everywhere You!
You, You, You.
Sky is You!
Earth is You!
You above! You below!
In every trend, at every end,
Only You, everywhere You!
Levi Yitzchak of Berditchov
If He
let go of my hand, I would
weep so loudly,
I would petition with all my might, I would cause
so much trouble
that I bet God would come to His senses
and never do that
again.
The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone. ~ Wu Men
COME with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ices go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.
Every valley drinks,
Every dell and hollow:
Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,
Green of Spring will follow.
Yet a lapse of weeks
Buds will burst their edges,
Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks,
In the woods and hedges;
Weave a bower of love
For birds to meet each other,
Weave a canopy above
Nest and egg and mother.
But for fattening rain
We should have no flowers,
Never a bud or leaf again
But for soaking showers;
Never a mated bird
In the rocking tree-tops,
Never indeed a flock or herd
To graze upon the lea-crops.
Lambs so woolly white,
Sheep the sun-bright leas on,
They could have no grass to bite
But for rain in season.
We should find no moss
In the shadiest places,
Find no waving meadow-grass
Pied with broad-eyed daisies;
But miles of barren sand,
With never a son or daughter,
Not a lily on the land,
Or lily on the water.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. Naomi Shihab Nye
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~ Mary Oliver
Bring me all of your dreams
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
Write the poem only can write. ~ Billy Collins
Bee: I’m expecting you
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due –
The Frogs got Home last Week –
Are settled and at work
Birds, mostly back
The Clover warm and thick
You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth, Reply
Or better, be with me
Yours, Fly.
