Tag: poem

It Must Be a Gift

“It must be a giftfrom the Pure Land –a thistle’s purple bloom”  Clotilde Junsui Wright

I Am the Tree

I saw the tree was standing thereBearing some of my life in itI was rising high in the branches of the treeAnd sinking deep in the roots of the treeNow I am the treeThe tree is me.  Bal Ram Adhikari 

Wisdom of Wendell Berry

I go among the trees and sit still.All my stirring becomes quietaround me like circles on water.My tasks lie in their placeswhere I left them, asleep like cattle. Wendell Berry, Sabbaths

I Smile

Waking up this morning, I smile.Twenty-four brand new hours are before me.I vow to live fully i each momentand to look at beings with eyes of compassion Thich Nhat Hanh

The Word Within Us

There are moments when the veil seemsalmost to lift and we understand whatthe earth is meant to mean to us….then the Word is within us, and the Book is put away.” With “the Book put away and the Word within us. Mary Oliver

Autumn Beauty

On a bare brancha crow settlesin autumn dusk Basho To learn about and/or register for Santa Sabina Center retreats and offerings, please go to: http://www.santasabinacenter.org/retreats-page.

May I Find You in Every Living Soul

You are above me, O God,you are within.You are in all thingsyet contained by no thing.Teach me to seek you in all that has lifethat I may see you as the Light of life.Teach me to search for you in my own depthsthat I… Continue Reading “May I Find You in Every Living Soul”

Instructions

Instructions for living a life.Pay attention.Be astonished.Tell about it. – Mary Oliver To learn about and/or register for Santa Sabina Center retreats and offerings, please go to: http://www.santasabinacenter.org/retreats-page. Please join us for our Contemplative Retreat Week in the Dominican Tradition from August 8 to 13,… Continue Reading “Instructions”

The Springtime

Yes! The springtime needs you.Often a star is waiting for you to notice it.A wave rolls toward you from the distant past.Or as you walk under an open window,the sound of a violin calls out to you.All this is a mission.But can you recognize… Continue Reading “The Springtime”

Trough

There is a trough in waves,A low spotWhere horizon disappearsAnd only skyAnd waterAre our company. – Judy Brown, From the poem “Trough” – book The Sea Accepts All Rivers Join us at Santa Sabina Center for a Writing Retreat with Kim Stafford: “Your Archive… Continue Reading “Trough”