June 21, 2021

The aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. —Aristotle   Jennifer Blessing, a curator at the Guggenheim Museum in New York City, has said that “artists pursue various methods of liberating the mind in order to access the marvelous.” We are all looking for ways to widen our lens of perception so that we can be more alive. The Black Mountain poet Robert Creeley declared in the 1950s that form follows… Read more

June 14, 2021

Violins are falling from the sky. As they tumble, the wind releases deep music. This is how love sounds to itself. This is what it’s like to love you. It’s a music that can’t always be heard. It makes me pour you tea. A Question to Walk With: Describe one feeling, one moment, one detail that rises in you today and what they open together. This excerpt is from my book of poems, Elsewhere. Read more

June 6, 2021

In the beginning, I thought I was going somewhere. I thought we all were. But falling in while trying to cross, I finally understood, the journey is to follow the river. All the rivers, especially the ones no one can see. The soul is a fish whose home is in those rivers. So I can take you across, if you want. But the secret is to go everywhere by going nowhere. And I will be here when you fall in…. Read more

May 31, 2021

In 1689 in Japan, a kind farmer gave the lost poet Basho a horse that knew the way. And in 1910 when Ted Shawn was paralyzed, before he knew he was a dancer, a dear friend left crutches just out of reach and breakfast on the table. And in 1938 in Paris, Django Reinhardt’s brother left a guitar at the foot of his hospital bed because he knew the badly burned genius would no longer be able to play the… Read more

May 24, 2021

I’m standing on a bridge near the top of a mountain, looking back at the winding path that took years to climb. And there, below, the chasm I thought I’d never cross, so much more beautiful on this side of the rise. And in the vastness that seemed like heaven on the way up, all those I’ve loved and lost. And in that pocket of fog that seemed like hell when I was in it, the truth in all things… Read more

May 17, 2021

The deep irony of my life as a teacher is that I travel all over to affirm that there’s nowhere to go but here. And I’m happy to do it. For every place we arrive at unravels to the same timeless moment in which we are each other. This is the path of lasting friendship: trying to go somewhere, only to land in each other’s arms. The harder we try to run from ourselves, the more certain it is that… Read more

May 10, 2021

  When not doing well, when full of doubt or pain or worry, when unable to find your way, try, very slowly, to return to moments that feel foundational. By foundational, I mean moments that are solid, however briefly, in which you feel directly connected to life, in which you feel safe and thorough, in which you feel at peace, even if for a few seconds. You don’t have to name these foundational moments, or explain them, or fit them… Read more

May 3, 2021

  I know you can only see red right now through the cut in your trust. But most cuts mend and then, the courage is in finding an open boat so you can row far enough out that you can drift. And only when you have given up going anywhere might you be drawn to pick up the oars and start rowing at the pace of clouds. Then, as your hand is one with the oar and the oar is… Read more

April 26, 2021

No matter how many conversations I start, they all end with me kneeling at the same deep well. And drinking there, I remember who I am. I rise from that drinking able to see, again, that we are at heart the same. And the secret wound you show me there is my wound which I have hidden for so long. And the secret joy you bring into the open is my joy which I thought I had lost. Experience has… Read more

April 19, 2021

In the way that erosion makes every face in nature more elemental, everything we go through only makes us more real. Once we give up our masks and excuses, we are humbled to accept the tenderness of having nothing between us and this thing we call life. It is this fragile, resilient state that lets us breathe more deeply, that lets us hear what love has to say, that lets us experience Oneness over the idea of Oneness. The more… Read more

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