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past the borders of happiness and unhappiness
a rim of fire oaks bid me on the blue horizon
smooth hand like leaves held me there
while the first hard rain fell
I kneeled and leaned into the heady fragrance
of an ancient wisdom revealed
beneath the old rough timber
it spoke of the delicate balance in being
at once firmly rooted while [...]

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If a sadness rises in front of you,
larger than any you have ever seen;
if an anxiety like light and cloud-shadows
moves over your hands and over everything you do.
You must realize that something is happening to you,
that life has not forgotten you,
that it holds you in its hand
and will not let you fall.

~Rainer Maria Rilke~
Letters to [...]

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the beauty of the trees

the softness of the air

the fragrance of the grass

speaks to me

and my heart soars

~Chief Dan George~
Opening Ceremonies Vancouver Olympics 2010

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Here is another “found” poem I have created.  This time I’ve brought Rumi and Rilke together.  No small task!  Great poets they were but not contemporaries as are Mary Oliver and Wendell Berry in my previous found poem.  This particular found poem starts with two lines from a Rumi poem and then alternates with [...]

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Pockets

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almost entirely hidden
we carry this
a little pocket of pain
the one that time didn’t heal
tucked where it can’t easily be seen
something trivial and you bump into it
unexpected, it’s still tender
sometimes pieces tumble out
“it’s been ten years since …”
“I haven’t forgetten the moment when …”
the lyrics of our wounds differ
but that we are inevitably moved upon
by [...]

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The Meadow

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Half the day lost, staring
at this window. I wanted to know
just one true thing
about the soul, but I left thinking
for thought, and now —
two inches of snow have fallen
over the meadow. Where did I go,
how long was I out looking
for you?, who would never leave me,
my withness, my here.
~Kate Knapp Johnson~
Wind Somewhere, And Shade

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God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going.  [...]

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The Black Sun

Truth is
when the heart grows cold enough
everything disappears. Even the self
is invisible (though the mind
would prefer a word like “detained”).
If you can’t feel anything
the whole world is “detained” —
our lives happening and unhappening
at what seems a safe distance.
But that
is all a seeming, an apparition.
There is only one
distance, which is love, one real
choice, and if we [...]

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My Valhalla

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Forget The Museum of Natural History,
The Metropolitan or The Smithsonian.
The collection I want to wander in
I call the Valhalla of Lost Things.
The Venus de Milo’s arms are here,
she’s grown quite attached to them.
I circle Leonardo’s sixteen-foot-tall
equestrian statue, never cast, browse
all five-hundred-thousand volumes
of The Alexandrian Library, handle
artifacts of Atlantis. Here are all
the ballades and rondeaux [...]

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Yes, I’ve gone and done it again.  Another found poem.  This time instead of contrasting two poets together, I have taken one poet: Mary Oliver and pulled pieces from 8 different poems to bring together a brand new poem.  I’ve taken no more than two to four lines from each poem.  Each verse is from [...]

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