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Unshaken by Time
Posted in Harmony, Love, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Danielle LaPorte, Emil Adler, Haiku, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Lyrics, Marina Belica, Martha Beck, october project, Omega Institute, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Rumi, Rupi Kaur, Song, Sounds True, Spirit, Spirituality, The New Yorker, Yale
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I Can Hear the Teapot Whistle
The kitchen table Is littered with dead roses And a spray of thistle The whole day Has an undertow That belongs to someone else Sadness is not what you meant To bring here I find myself Entwined … Continue reading
Morning Farewell
You pull the throttle Until the engines burn A ferocious turn Ready now To scorch the sky You fly beyond the flint Of your concern There is so much You see from here The land The coast The hemisphere You … Continue reading
Posted in Earth, Love, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Loreena McKennitt, Lyrics, Mars, NPR, october project, Outer Space, Poem, Poet Laureate, Poetry, Rocket, Sarah McLachlan, Song, Sounds True, The New Yorker, The Paris Review, Yale
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What Vibrates
Sometimes it hides In the strange Hum Of the refrigerator Stopping For a moment Sometimes It is the unexpected Laugh From the hallway Or the rush of voices From the street The music finds itself In the … Continue reading
Tick Tock
There is a reason for the hush In the atmosphere You can almost see Everything stop from here The traffic, the people All thought Of the future You stand there staring At the clock Cut through every suture That used … Continue reading
Posted in Love, New Year, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Brain Pickings, Danielle LaPorte, Julie Flanders, Lyrics, Martha Beck, National Poetry Month, New Year, october project, Omega Institute, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Poetry Magazine, Rumi, Rupi Kaur, Song, Sounds True, Surrender, The Paris Review, Time, Yale
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Dance With Me
Your funny crooked walk And the way you call people By the wrong names The way you talk too loud In public places And make the best funny faces Dance with me backwards Dance with me forwards Dance with … Continue reading
Posted in Harmony, Love, October Project, Poetry
Tagged BFF, Brain Pickings, Danielle LaPorte, Julie Flanders, Lyrics, Marina Belica, Martha Beck, NPR, october project, Omega Institute, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Poetry Magazine, Rumi, Rupi Kaur, Song, Sounds True, The Paris Review, Yale
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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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Prometheus Rebound
We are creatures of the flesh Made of used and ancient parts Born to suffer the desire Raging through us Fire eats the north Pacific As the sun sets beatific glances On the ocean Where it drowns Finally … Continue reading
Posted in Earth, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Danielle LaPorte, Desire, Fire, Julie Flanders, Krista Tippett, Lyrics, Martha Beck, National Poetry Month, NPR, october project, Poem, Poet Laureate, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, Poetry Magazine, Song, The New Yorker, The Paris Reiew, West Coast, Yale
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The Meaning of Life
Posted in Harmony, Love, Music, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Best Friends, BFF, Chorus, Compassion, David Whyte, Earth, Fatherhood, Harmony, Healing, Julie Flanders Marina Belica Emil Adler October Project Choir Chorus Austin Christmas David Whyte Healing Holiday Keiji Ishiguri Love Martha Beck Mary Oliver Round Ryan Heller Spirit Spirituality Yale, Krista Tippett, Love, Mary Oliver, Motherhood, Music, On Being, Spirit, Spirituality, Yale, Yale University
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A New Map of Wonders
Posted in Earth, Harmony, Love, New Year, October Project, Poetry
Tagged Best Friends, BFF, Choral Singing, Chorus, Compassion, David Whyte, Earth, Harmony, Healing, Health, Julie Flanders, Marina Belica, Emil Adler, October Project, Choir, Chorus Austin, Christmas, David Whyte, Healing, Holiday, Keiji Ishiguri, Love, Martha Beck, Mary Oliver, Round, Ryan Heller, Spirit, , Krista Tippett, Love, Mary Oliver, Music, On Being, Parenthood, Spirit, Spirituality, Yale, Yale University
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October Process 