September 6, 2010

What if you slept? And what if, In your sleep You dreamed? And what if, In your dream, You went to Heaven And there plucked A strange and Beautiful flower? And what if, When you awoke, You had the flower In your hand? Ah… what then? —Coleridge Like sunlight on a spider’s web, this small poem illumines a web of relationships between the inner world of spirit, presence, and dreams and the outer world of roots, wires, and pavement. Coleridge… Read more

August 30, 2010

The earth spins on its axis drifting through the dark, seeming to go nowhere as it inches its way around the sun. What if this is the way of things? What if every heart spins on its story? What if every mind spins on its best guess of how this all goes together? What if the very cells—in stone, bird, fish or camel—spin on their little nodes of life force inching things to heal and grow? What if history circles… Read more

August 23, 2010

If what I have can help, you can have it. Why? We are carriers not owners. As soon as we think we own, we start longing to receive. And everything stops flowing. How? Whatever it might be, if it’s stuck, we can take it apart and build something together. Are you ready? To be as loving as the hole that receives the nail? Is that too harsh? Then, as the shell that hides the minnow from the eel. Let’s give… Read more

August 16, 2010

I met a woman who had loved Mozart her whole life. We were at a large dinner party. She sat next to me and quietly said, “You know, I have a Jewish background, but I go sometimes to their church. It’s so somber that it makes me cry. I’ve lost two teenage girls, you know. I look around and no one even moves. Their Lord died two thousand years ago. Why am I the only one crying?” She stared off… Read more

August 9, 2010

Robert read two of his poems during Saturday’s class: 400 Apples The Sheep That Feeds You Read more

August 9, 2010

Let go your want for greatness and feel the tool that’s in your hand. Let go your fear of emptiness and receive the wave still reaching from the beginning. It only wants to enliven you the way a candle fills an entire room. Let the web of living things entangle you. Only stars are free and they are so lonely. Curse what you will but give thanks that everything alive wants something from you. Read more

August 2, 2010

When I drop my glasses in the airport and they are crushed in the walkway between terminals, I get to meet the three kind souls who help me on my way. Then I hear you crying after everyone has left and bring you water. Ever since the lock on my door broke, I have more visitors. Now the road I always take is detoured, which I curse until I see the heron glide across the small pond I didn’t know… Read more

July 26, 2010

There’s the limb that came down in the last storm. And the peach tree we want to transplant. And the furnace needs to be cleaned. And I promised to water the plants while you’re gone. And I want to buy you that necklace I saw you linger with when I was waiting on the sidewalk. You held it like it reminded you of the strong part of your heart. I don’t know where to begin. I keep staring at the… Read more

July 19, 2010

In learning to play piano at the age of forty-one, I worked my fingers far enough into that uncanny dimension that all pianists know, regardless of their level of skill, where the hands, briefly, beyond all logic, start to behave more quickly than the mind that tries to read the notes or position the fingers. I had practiced enough weeks that I was ready to tackle my first piece of Bach, a minuet taken from a collection he created for… Read more

July 12, 2010

There is a day when the road neither comes or goes, and the way is not a way but a place. —Wendell Berry We drive to Bangor, take a right at the blinking yellow light, another right on Hastings Court and then down a dirt road to Blue Dog Greens. Twenty-eight acres of agreeable land tucked between the railroad tracks and Black River. Dennis and Genevieve live there, very simply, in order to tend this organic farm. It’s a sunny,… Read more

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