Tag: Inspiration

Stanley Kunitz’s Poem “The Layers”

The Layers By Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled… Continue Reading “Stanley Kunitz’s Poem “The Layers””


All day long, I see things a painter would paint. What is there to complain about? Even my own pain has been endured by thousands before me, and depicted by master sculptors. Pilgrimage, penance, failure, learning to hold one’s self tenderly, in friendship –… Continue Reading “Pilgrimage”

Basho’s Traveling Companion

On the jade-colored plate, yellow fruit. Between the window and folding screen, a bed, some clothing. In the stillness of the forest, water flowing. On the mountainside, plum blossoms. In the rain and mud, wild horses. From a bowl in the hermit’s shelter, steam… Continue Reading “Basho’s Traveling Companion”

Big Sur

A whale spouted by and I dreamt of the story my life could tell.  I remembered many loved and lost, I received the world, had a conversation with the cosmos. A whale spouted by, the vastness deepened.  I sat, hands in lap, left over… Continue Reading “Big Sur”

Dragon Gates

While drinking cold tea from a glass jar and dividing your thoughts between Ernest Hemingway and Pablo Neruda, you cut a kiwi in half the long way and consider the oval ring of black seeds at its heart.  You always see Our Lady Of… Continue Reading “Dragon Gates”


The mountains are alive with fire, transcendent breath, vigorous and endless. Though they have been given a name, a part of them will always be nameless, and I could say the same about myself. I heed the call, after all, of mist-laden glades. I… Continue Reading “Merlyn”

Refugees Welcome

There are places to rest
along the miles
of all your days,
if you will only sit…

Old Inuit Song

I think over again my small adventures, my fears, those small ones that seemed so big, for all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing. To live to see the… Continue Reading “Old Inuit Song”


The peacock struts around eating things that are brightly colored: plants, insects and snakes.   Much of what it eats is poisonous.    May we learn to move closer to pain, invite in the Lady of Sorrows to sit it at our table, as… Continue Reading “Alchemy”

Real Time

What have we been, in the very ground of our being?  What might we become?  These questions are of past and future.  In trying to answer them, we will not find peace. Carry the wind of the present in your heart and you will… Continue Reading “Real Time”

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