Poem

Juan Ramon Jimenez

Posted by on May 14, 2015 in Poem

Now is the time to know I have a feeling that my boat Has struck, down there in the depths, Against a great thing. And nothing happens! Nothing.Silence.Waves. –Nothing happens? Or has everything Happened, And are we standing now, quietly, in the new life? – Juan Ramon Jimenez

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Goethe

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On Commitment Until one is committed there is always hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness, there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, Raising to one’s favor all manner of unforeseen accidents and meetings And material assistance which no man could have dreamed Would come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. – Goethe A man sees in the world, what he carries in his heart. –...

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David Wagoner

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Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you. – David Wagoner Well of Grief Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning downward through its black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering the small round coins thrown by those who wished for something else – David...

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Naomi Shihab Nye

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Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you every where like a shadow or a friend. – Naomi Shihab Nye “I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don’t even know” ― Naomi Shihab Nye, Honeybee: Poems & Short Prose “only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.” ― Naomi Shihab Nye, I Feel a Little Jumpy Around You: A Book of Her Poems & His Poems Collected in...

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Hafiz

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The God who only knows Four Words Every Child Has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of Don’ts Not the God who ever does anything weird But the God who only knows four words And keeps repeating them, saying: “Come dance with Me” Come Dance – Hafiz It Felt Love How did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its being, Otherwise, We all remain Too frightened – Hafiz Now is the time to know Now is the time to know That all that you do is sacred. Now, why not consider A lasting truce with yourself and God? Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child’s training wheels To be laid aside When you can finally live with veracity And love. Now is the time for the world to know That every thought and action is sacred. That this is the time For you to compute the impossibility That there is anything But Grace. Now is the season to know That everything you do Is Sacred – Hafiz We Have Not Come here To Take Prisoners We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings, Run like hell, my dear, From anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart. We have a duty to befriend Those aspects of obedience of our house And shout to our reason “Oh please, oh please come out and play.” For we have not come here to take prisoners, Or to confine our wondrous spirits But to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom, and Light! – Hafiz “Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few humans and even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need for God absolutely clear.” – Hafiz It happens all the time in heaven, And some day It will begin to happen Again on earth – That men and women who are married, And men and men who are Lovers, And women and women Who give each other Light, Often will get down on their knees And while so tenderly Holding their lover’s hand, With tears in their eyes, Will sincerely speak, saying, “My dear, How can I be more loving to you; How can I be more Kind?” –...

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Rumi

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I’ll Meet You There Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. -Rumi the Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. – Rumi, Translation by Coleman Barks Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I’m already under and living with the ocean. – From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere, they’re in each other all along. – From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks I have phrases and whole pages memorized, but nothing can be told of love. You must wait until you and I are living together. In the conversation we’ll have then…be patient…then. – From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks The Freshness When it’s cold and raining, you are more beautiful. And the snow brings me even closer to your lips. The inner secret, that which was never born, you are that freshness, and I am with you now. I can’t explain the goings, or the comings. You enter suddenly, and I am nowhere again. Inside the majesty. – From Soul of Rumi by Coleman...

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