May 8, 2023

The things we can’t see feed us,  the way the soil feeds the rose,  the way the wind lifts the hawk,  the way the deep pillows the  jellyfish.    Yet in our insecurity,   we insist we’ve done it all.    When nothing—from atoms   to planets—makes its way alone.    Bow, then, to the Mysteries that   hold you up while you sleep.  They need our love, too.    This is from my book coming out in Sept, Falling Down and Getting... Read more

May 1, 2023

The leaf twirled this way and that and finally landed on the pond like the one thought, after all my suffering, that cleared my mind.   You happened to look at me with all your love at just that moment and we understood each other.   No matter the conflict or mis- understanding, we see through to the bottom together.   This makes the fall into life bearable.   From my book of poems in progress, Elsewhere.    Check out... Read more

April 24, 2023

  Perhaps all beauty is in the dab  of taste on the tongue. Perhaps we  can’t see everything until we enter  the smallest thing.    Perhaps the pianist, head down, eyes closed, plays the same rumble of notes,  over and over, until he falls into the  canyon of emptiness from which  all music comes.    Perhaps, when split by a moment of  love that won’t let me stay the same,  I am falling into the one truth that  every soul... Read more

April 17, 2023

We often live like shadows, suffering from stories never told and songs never sung.   Though, even shadows vanish with enough light. And truth remains a perception revealed by time.   To live a full life, we are called to participate in everything, while accepting that we control nothing.   So, with nothing left to say, I explore the wonder in silence and try to net the stars with thoughts of the beginning.   From The Half-Life of Angels  ... Read more

April 10, 2023

We have shed many skins,  always working toward some  uncovered state: below opinion,  below expectation, even below  the exhilaration of a dream.  All to accept that shedding is  a way of life. Going out builds up. Going in takes off. And we go on. Despite the pain of taking  off, we want the glow of being to  last a bit longer. And we go on.  Now I see that this is how the  Universe renews itself: by build-  ing up... Read more

March 27, 2023

A cramp of conscience can bring us to our knees, and a grip of pain can keep us from our true nature. Yet as one bit of color can bring the eye to the center of a painting, one bit of truth can restart the heart. From The Half-Life of Angels: Three Books of Poems by Mark Nepo   April 4th is the publication date for Mark’s new book, The Half-Life of Angels: Three Books of Poems APRIL 13: A... Read more

March 20, 2023

Sometimes, when things break, life begins. It still hurts. But when the egg cracks, the chick is born. When the dam breaks, the fields finally grow. And when the heart breaks, the angels asleep for a hundred years unfurl their wings and flutter behind our eyes, letting us see everything like Adam or Eve, again. Then, miracle is not a place we long for, but a blood that brings us alive.   From The Half-Life of Angels: Three Books of... Read more

March 13, 2023

It doesn’t matter how we arrive, just that we do. Tolstoy wrote thirteen drafts of the first chapter of War and Peace. He kept circling what matters like a hawk sensing something stirring underground.   And having gathered 42 poets at Orchid Pavilion, Wang Xizhi floated cups of wine downstream and those who lifted the cups had to compose a poem or drink the wine. At the end of this day in 353 AD, 37 poems had been retrieved and... Read more

March 6, 2023

A weary soul kneels by the river, plunging his hands in despair. Miles away, another kneels to wash her sorrows.   Without ever knowing, they give to each other, the way electricity illumines two bulbs that think they are the only light.   Love works this way: a river that helps each other rise, a charge that makes each other glow. The web of kinship is as vast as the cries of constellations across the dark.   And the dreams... Read more

February 27, 2023

My good friend, Rich Frankel, is a pioneer in relationship-centered care who works with medical students at Indiana University Medical School, and with physicians and clinicians at the Cleveland Clinic. Rich told me this story: “Reza is a Lebanese youth who came to America. He is now becoming a doctor. I met him after a long night of tending patients in an emergency room. As a resident, his face was tired but his eyes were burning strong. We fell into... Read more

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