C.M. Rivers
~Now Flowing~
Tag: Poetry
Plants and Animals
If I were a plant, I might arrive at silence and stillness a little more gracefully. I might meditate with greater success. If I were a plant, I think you would find that – impossible as it seems – I am both an annual… Continue Reading “Plants and Animals”
Fellow Travelers
There is more than one world. Turn your attention now, away from the one that is always trying to sell you something, for time is short and you have work to do. Befriend yourself, settle into a homecoming, apprentice yourself to the dear friend… Continue Reading “Fellow Travelers”
Tread Lightly
You’ve been searching a long time now. Somewhere along the way, you pause. You begin to notice the intricacies of every texture, the textures of every intricacy. All the magic you overlooked becomes discernible. How could you have missed it? It is at once… Continue Reading “Tread Lightly”
Service Worker
Service Worker We may not live to see the harvest, gather the bounty, savor the meal, or enjoy the kindly shade of the tree. These may all very well be the province of others. So let us not forget our purpose, overlook the importance… Continue Reading “Service Worker”
Stone Lion
The face of the stone lion has turned white due to weather and time, two things I understand very little of, being neither meteorologist nor physicist. I only know that he reminds me of a Celtic warrior about to pick a fight, milky streaks… Continue Reading “Stone Lion”
High Road
Once you have traveled in the four directions, along the main thoroughfare, and spent a good deal of time on back roads and side roads, putting one foot in front of the other until you reach a… Continue Reading “High Road”
Beginner’s Mind
Beginner’s Mind Spirit of breath and practice, holy mystery of movement and stillness, grant me the discipline to just sit here, though the old fires still burn in me. Grant me the wisdom to remain plainspoken at the doorstep of the mind’s entanglements. Let… Continue Reading “Beginner’s Mind”
The Good News
Excerpt from The Good News, a poem from my collection How To Carry Soup (Homebound Publications, 2020).
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“If every 8-year-old in the world is taught meditation, we will eliminate violence from the world within one generation.” – Dalai Lama
“May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe. Tiny, but useful.” – Mary Oliver
“Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence.” John Muir
