are animals thinking and feeling?

~ Carl Safina

the green cookstove

A lonely man once sat on a large flat stone.

When he lifted it, he saw a kitchen: a green

Enamel range with big claw feet, familiar.

Someone lives in that room, cooking and cackling.

"I saw her once," Virgil said. "She was Helen's

Younger sister."  Helen's betrayed husband

Sits by the window, peeling garlic cloves,

And throwing crusts to Plymouth Rocks.

We'll never understand this, Somewhere below

The flat stone of the skull, a carnivorous couple

Lives and plans future wars.  Are we innocent?

These wars don't happen by accident - they occur

Too regularly. How often do we lift the plate

At the bottom of our brain and throw some garlic

And grain down to the kitchen?  "Keep cooking,

My dears," "Something good will come of this."

~ Robert Bly

from Morning Poems

who one is

One never knows who one is. 

The others tell you who you are, 

don't they? 

And as you're told so a million times 

if you live a long life, in the end you don't know at all 

who you are. Everyone says something different. 

You yourself also say something 

different each new moment.

~  Thomas Bernhard

first step

The first step in love

is losing your head.

After the petty ego

you then give up your life

and bear the calamity.

With this behind you, proceed:

Polish the ego's rust

from the mirror

of your self

~ Fakhr al-Din Iraqi

from Love's Alchemy

translations by David and Sabrineh Fideler

glow

Not a single soul lacks

a pathway to you.

There's no stone,

no flower-

not a single piece of straw-

lacking your existence.

In every particle of the world,

the moon of your love

causes the heart

of each atom to glow.

~ Muhammad Shirin Maghribi  

from Love's Alchemy

Poems from the Sufi Tradition

translations by David and Sabrineh Fideler

a thousand years of joy - the film trailer

what difference

Some time when the river is ice ask me

mistakes I have made. Ask me whether

what I have done is my life. Others

have come in their slow way into

my thought, and some have tried to help

or to hurt: ask me what difference

their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.

You and I can turn and look

at the silent river and wait. We know

the current is there, hidden; and there

are comings and goings from miles away

that hold the stillness exactly before us.

What the river says, that is what I say.

~ William Stafford
from Ask Me

what is happening

Instant to instant

we ask, what is happening?

The sound of shattering everywhere,

is it the world, fragmenting at last,

or our own hearts cracking,

the final break-up of ice?

~ Dorothy Walters

from Marrow of Flame

how much

~  Beth Cioffoletti
 louie louie blog

this moment this love

This moment this love comes to rest in me,

many beings in one being.

In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks.

Inside the needle's eye, a turning night of stars.

Listen, if you can stand to.

Union with the friend

means not being who you have been,

being instead silence, a place,

a view where language is inside seeing.

From the wet source

someone cuts a reed to make a flute

The reed sips breath like wine,

sips more, practicing. Now drunk,

it starts the high clear notes.

There is a path from me to you

that I am constantly looking for,

so I try to keep clear and still

as water does with the moon.

We do not have to follow the pressure-flow of wanting.

We can be led by the guide.

Wishes may or may not come true

in this house of disappointment.

Let's push the door open together and leave.

My essence is like the essence of a red wine.

My body is a cup that grieves because it is inside time.

Glass after glass of wine go into my head.

Finally, my head goes into the wine.

~ Rumi

translation by Coleman Barks

from The Big Red Book

A clear midnight

This is thy hour O soul, thy free flight into the wordless,

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,

Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,

Night, sleep, death and the stars.

~ Walt Whitman

the wild earth

Even through these trivial crowded days,

I never lose sight of the wild earth on which I live,

of the ravishing perfection of its beauty.

I stand before infinity and look out over a virgin wilderness.

The potential for reproducing fragments

of this in a form worthy of it are endless.

~ Harlan Hubbard

from his journal, January 15, 1987

silent journal

Inaudible consonant inaudible vowel 

The word continues to fall 

in splendor around us 

Window half shadow window half moon 

back yard like a book of snow 

That holds nothing and that nothing holds 

Immaculate text 

not too prescient not too true

~ Charles Wright

from Xionia

forgetting words

A water egret planes down like a page of blank paper

Toward the edge of the noon sky.

Let me, like him, find an island of white reeds

To settle down on, under the wind, forgetting words.

~ Charles Wright

 from T’ang Notebook,
 The Other Side of the River: Poems

it is

Almost noon, the meadow 

Waiting for someone to change it into an other. Not me. 

The horses, Monte and Littlefoot, 

Like it the way it is. 

And this morning, so do I.

~ Charles Wright

from Lightfoot