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    The Lilies



    Hunting them, a man must sweat, bear
    the whine of a mosquito in his ear,
    grow thirsty, tired, despair perhaps
    of ever finding them, walk a long way.
    He must give himself over to chance,
    for they live beyond prediction.
    He must give himself over to patience,
    for they live beyond will. He must be led
    along the hill as by a prayer.
    If he finds them anywhere, he will find
    a few, paired on their stalks,
    at ease in the air as souls in bliss.
    I found them here at first without hunting,
    by grace, as all beauties are first found.
    I have hunted and not found them here.
    Found, unfound, they breathe their light
    into the mind, year after year.

    - Wendell Berry
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    A Daily Joy to be Alive

    No matter how serene things
    may be in my life,
    how well things are going,
    my body and soul
    are two cliff peaks
    from which a dream of who I can be
    falls, and I must learn
    to fly again each day,
    or die.

    Death draws respect
    and fear from the living.
    Death offers
    no false starts. It is not
    a referee with a pop-gun
    at the startling
    of a hundred yard dash.

    I do not live to retrieve
    or multiply what my father lost
    or gained.

    I continually find myself in the ruins
    of new beginnings,
    uncoiling the rope of my life
    to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,
    tying my heart into a knot
    round a tree or boulder,
    to insure I have something that will hold me,
    that will not let me fall.

    My heart has many thorn-studded slits of flame
    springing from the red candle jars.
    My dreams flicker and twist
    on the altar of this earth,
    light wrestling with darkness,
    light radiating into darkness,
    to widen my day blue,
    and all that is wax melts
    in the flame-

    I can see treetops!


    - Jimmy Santiago Baca
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    thank you so much Larry, I could feel the twists of the ropes in my own heart as you expressed so eloquently.

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    A City’s Death By Fire


    After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
    I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
    Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
    Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
    All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales,
    Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar;
    Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales
    Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire.
    By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why
    Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails?
    In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths;
    To a boy who walked all day, each leaf was a green breath
    Rebuilding a love I thought was dead as nails,
    Blessing the death and the baptism by fire.


    - Derek Walcott
    (1/23/1930-3/17/2017)

    https://www.nytimes.com/2017/03/17/b...iterature.html
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    The Transfer of Allegiances

    a bodhisattva poem


    We’ve become like hungry ghosts
    cowering inside this dark age.
    May all the fortresses
    that we’ve built
    finally fall away.
    Look!
    There!
    The Lords of Materialism
    are busily working out their plan;
    they spout their speeches of division
    to make us beholden to fear again.
    They make us drunk
    as if on a drug
    and say: “Ignore what is happening.
    Go back to being numb!”
    The men of my country
    seem so afraid
    of everything these days –
    their fellow man,
    and even women.
    It’s like they’ve all become crazed!
    But at every direction,
    and in every realm,
    the Vajra Bodies are spinning again.
    Spinning
    and spinning
    spinning awake inside our cells.
    We have what we need
    to work with this mind
    and transform any living hells.
    When the branches and vines of ego
    are mindfully and thoroughly pruned,
    the Great Reality of Being appears
    to which we become attuned.
    And the Great Shining Flower that you are
    is no longer choked
    and finally blooms.

    - Frank Owen
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    Spirit of Place: The Great Blue Heron



    Out of their loneliness for each other
    two reeds, or maybe two shadows, lurch
    forward and become suddenly a life
    lifted from dawn or the rain. It is
    the wilderness come back again, a lagoon
    with our city reflected in its eye.
    We live by faith in such presences.


    It is a test for us, that thin
    but real, undulating figure that promises,
    “If you keep faith I will exist
    at the edge, where your vision joins
    the sunlight and the rain: heads in the light,
    feet that go down in the mud where the truth is.”


    - William Stafford
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    O sweet spontaneous earth

    O sweet spontaneous
    earth how often have
    the doting

    fingers of
    prurient philosophies pinched
    and poked

    thee
    has the naughty thumb
    of science prodded
    thy

    beauty how
    often have religions taken
    thee upon their scraggy
    knees squeezing and

    buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
    gods
    but
    true

    to the incomparable
    couch of death thy
    rhythmic
    lover

    thou answerest

    them only with

    spring

    - e. e. cummings
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    Then Is All Love? It Is, It Is!

    Then is all Love? It is. It is!
    Pure Gravity is Love, it loves to seize our feet,
    It snatches souls and slows the pulse that, fleet,
    Churns life throughout our blood.
    Mass calls each neighborhood.
    Thus Earth loves us and tugs our cuffs
    And roughs our hair and keeps us here
    Most dear to all its Mass.
    While up above, or far below, depending on how you class and see it,
    The Sun says Love, and Earth replies: So be it.
    And, hurled about the Universe, transfixed
    By Sun’s pure Love, our Earth strolls mixed
    With other worlds that in the sling
    Of Gravity are freed but kept to, circling, sing
    Those songs of amity that Sun insists we make
    In cyclings of round-abouting give and take.
    As with the Sun and Earth, and Earth to us,
    So heart to blood and blood to skin;
    The merest atom, molecule or germ knows love within,
    Each of the next, and clings to keep.
    In soul of merest worm asleep
    A kindling whisper burns as bright as Fire above,
    To Man, to blood, to Earth’s grim bulk, to Sun,
    To Suns beyond our Sun,
    To microscopic blink, electric spark beyond that blink,
    In Titan push or subterranean shove,
    God says one single word that binds us each to all:
    Love. Now, listen: Love. And once more listen: Love.
    And, echoed:
    Love.

    - Ray Bradbury (1981)
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    Here with Sonoma County earth.
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    River

    in the dark forest rivers roar,
    cutting canyons through the trees.
    jagged conifer cliffs soar
    & fall to soft willow knees.
    obstacles of log & stone
    slow the water’s downward dash,
    swirling pools where eggs are sown
    & baby salmon glint & flash.

    under the willows a curving shore
    eats soft ripples from the breeze.
    boatmen cunningly explore
    quiet eddies at their ease.
    a heron balances alone,
    ignores a turtle’s sudden splash.
    she hunts beyond the shallow zone
    where baby salmon glint & flash.

    such loveliness grew long before
    the centuries of human squeeze.
    now we struggle to restore
    pristine rivers such as these.
    where the firs and willows have grown
    lovely, thick, tangled & brash,
    cool, clear waters purl and drone
    so baby salmon glint & flash.

    the willows playfully adore
    the solemn beauty eagle sees.
    where water sings a godly tone
    the baby salmon glint & flash.

    - Sandy Eastoak
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    The Low Road

    What can they do
    to you? Whatever they want.
    They can set you up, they can
    bust your fingers, they can
    burn your brain with electricity,
    blur you with drugs till you
    can’t walk, can’t remember, they can
    take your child, wall up
    your lover. They can do anything
    you can’t stop them
    from doing. How can you stop
    them? Alone, you can fight,
    you can refuse, you can
    take what revenge you can
    but they roll over you.

    But two people fighting
    back to back can cut through
    a mob, a snake-dancing file
    can break a cordon, an army
    can meet an army.

    Two people can keep each other
    sane, can give support, conviction,
    love, massage, hope, sex.
    Three people are a delegation,
    a committee, a wedge. With four
    you can play bridge and start
    an organization. With six
    you can rent a whole house,
    eat pie for dinner with no
    seconds, and hold a fund raising party.
    A dozen make a demonstration.
    A hundred fill a hall.
    A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter,
    ten thousand, power and your own paper,
    a hundred thousand, your own media,
    ten million, your own country.

    It goes on one at a time,
    it starts when you care
    to act, it starts when you do
    it again after they said no,
    it starts when you say We
    and know who you mean, and each
    day you mean one more.

    - Marge Piercy
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    What Is Bounty Without A Beggar

    What is bounty without a beggar? Generosity without a guest?
    Be beggar and guest; for beauty is seeking a mirror, water is crying for a thirsty man.
    Hopelessness and need are tasteful bezel for that ruby.
    Your poverty is a Burak;* don't be a coffin riding on other men's shoulders.
    Thank God you hadn't the means or you may have been a Pharaoh.
    The prayer of Moses was, "Lord, I am in need of Thee!"
    The Way of Moses is all hopelessness and need and it is the only way to God.
    From when you were an infant, when has hopelessness ever failed you?
    Joseph's path leads into the pit; don't flee across the chessboard of this world, for it is His game and we are checkmate! checkmate!
    Hunger makes stale bread more delicious than halvah.
    Your spiritual discomfort is spiritual indigestion; seek hunger and passion and need!
    A mouse is a nibbler. God gave him mind in proportion to his needs.
    Without need God gives nothing.
    How will you impress God? You are a hundred thousand dinars in His debt!
    A beggar shows his blindness and palsy,
    he does not say, "Give me bread, O, people! I am a rich man with granaries and palaces!"
    Bring a hundred sacks of gold and God will say, "Bring the heart."
    And if you bring a dead heart carried like a coffin on your shoulder,
    God will say, "O, cheat! Is this a graveyard? Bring the live heart! Bring the live heart!"
    If you haven't any knowledge and opinions,
    have good opinions about God. This is the way.
    If you can only crawl, crawl to Him.
    If you can not pray sincerely, offer your dry, hypocritical, agnostic prayer; for God in His mercy accepts bad coin.
    If you have a hundred doubts of God,
    make them into ninety doubts. This is the way.
    O, Seeker! Though you have broken your vows a hundred times,
    come again! Come again!
    For God has said, “Though you are on high or in the pit consider me, for I am the Way."

    - Jellaludin Rumi
    (Translated By Daniel Liebert)
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    Senior Discount

    I want to grow old with you.
    Old, old.

    So old we pad through the supermarket
    using the shopping cart as a cane that steadies us.

    I’ll wait at register two in my green sweater
    with threadbare elbows, smiling
    because you’ve forgotten the bag of day-old pastries.

    The cashier will tell me a joke about barbers as I wait.
    He repeats the first line three times
    but the only word I understand is barber.

    Over the years we’ve caught inklings
    of our shrinking frames and hunched spines.

    You’re a little confused
    looking for me at the wrong register with a bag
    of almost-stale croissants clenched in your hand.

    The first time I held your hand it felt enormous in my own.
    Sasquatch, I teased you, a million years ago.

    Over here, I yell, but not in a mad way.

    We’re laughing.
    You have a bright yellow pin on your coat that says, Shalom!

    Senior Discount, you say.
    But the cashier already knows us.
    We’re everyone’s favorite customers.

    - Ali Liebegott
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    The Stones

    I owned a slope full of stones.
    Like buried pianos they lay in the ground,
    shards of old sea-ledges, stumbling blocks
    where the earth caught and kept them
    dark, an old music mute in them
    that my head keeps now I have dug them out.
    I broke them where they slugged in their dark
    cells, and lifted them up in pieces.
    As I piled them in the light
    I began their music. I heard their old lime
    rouse in breath of song that has not left me.
    I gave pain and weariness to their bearing out.
    What bond have I made with the earth,
    having worn myself against it? It is a fatal singing
    I have carried with me out of that day.
    The stones have given me music
    that figures for me their holes in the earth
    and their long lying in the dark.
    They have taught me the weariness that loves the ground,
    and I must prepare a fitting silence.

    - Wendell Berry
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