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Tag Archives: Night
Incessant Beauty
The moonFrowns a crescentOr is it a smile We take off our shoesWe walk a whileYou swing a stickYou cast a spellYou turn the world from vividTo pastel The sky is iridescentThe water frothsPhosphorescentThe moon staysA crescentHides the whole of itselfSomewhereIn the … Continue reading
ASLEEP IN THE HANDS
I sit and look from my windowOnto the streetThrough bars that disappearInto a blurry mazurka of traffic I went to Chopin’s house onceIn Paris, not Poland I always imagined him lonelyWhen I felt his musicMoving through my handsImagining a world … Continue reading
IN THE MIDST OF THE WATERS
Silence fills the nightAnd night fills the silence You see nothing but bloodOn the horizonClose your eyesLook for peaceIn the pieces that are leftIn these beautiful ruins I will love you no matter whatIf the sky fallsAnd you are crawling … Continue reading
Explode
Posted in October Project, Poetry
Tagged Beauty, Emil Adler, explode, Freedom, Haiku, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, magic, Marina Belica, Martha Beck, mystery, New York City, Night, october project, October Project Music, Omega Institute, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, show, SKy, Sounds True, Sun, Sunset, Yale University
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It All Seems So Real
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Confusion, Contemplation, Dream, Emil Adler, Future, Illusion, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Marina Belica, Martha Beck, Night, october project, October Project Music, Omega Institute, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Real, Reality, Sail, Sorrow, Sounds True, Stars, World, Yale University
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Morningside
The day is an embryo We wait We never know How a life begins Only that we are full of hope For something That is The secret We try to unlock The gift The curse The unnatural shock Of something … Continue reading
Posted in Earth, Love, October Project, Poetry, Vernal Equinox
Tagged Desire, Dreams, Earth, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Loreena McKennitt, Love, Lyrics, Mary Fahl, National Poetry Writing Month, Night, NPR, october project, Omega Institute, Poem, Poet Laureate, Poetry, Relationship, Sarah McLachlan, Song, Spirit, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Yale
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The Threat of Song
What words form this lexicon Where you were here but You are gone The threat of song The spoken cry The voice that fails itself As the feeling swells to rise Dying alive In the throat And so … Continue reading
Posted in Harmony, Love, October Project, Poetry
Tagged David Whyte, Healing, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Love, Lyrics, Mary Oliver, Memory, Night, october project, On Being, Patti Smith, Poem, Poetry, Reflection, Relationship, Rumi, Rupi Kaur, Sadness, Silence, Song, Sorrow
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Calliope’s Cry
All the gods have gone to bed Where the oceans wept And bled for centuries Alone Man has risen to its feet Shook its fist And seen the centuries repeat Yet it remains Alone With different names And … Continue reading
Posted in Earth, Harmony, Love, Poetry
Tagged April is Poetry Month, Compassion, David Whyte, Julie Flanders, Lyrics, Mary Oliver, Night, october project, Paris Review, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Rupi Kaur
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October Process 