
So easy this week in Ireland, with beautiful Indian Summer days bathing the fields in light
Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry
moving through, and be silent.
Rumi

So easy this week in Ireland, with beautiful Indian Summer days bathing the fields in light
Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry
moving through, and be silent.
Rumi

When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurry world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude
Wordsworth, The Prelude

All that power from roots.
Imagine you must survive
without running
Ada Limón , Ancestors

Don’t you wish they would stop,
all the thoughts swirling around in your head,
bees in a hive, dancers tapping their way across the stage.
I should rake the leaves in the carport, buy Christmas lights.
Was there really life on Mars? What will I cook for dinner?
I walk up the driveway, put out the garbage bins.
I should stop using plastic bags, visit my friend
whose husband just left her for the Swedish nanny.
I wish I hadn’t said Patrick’s painting looked “ominous.”
Maybe that’s why he hasn’t called.
Does the car need oil, again? There’s a hole in the ozone
the size of Texas, and everything seems to be speeding up.
Come, let’s stand by the window and look out
at the light on the field. Let’s watch how
the clouds cover the sun, and almost nothing
stirs in the grass.
Danusha Lameris, 1971 – American Poet, from The Moons of August

I have dreamed of the morning
coming in like a bird through the window
not burdened by a thought.
Wendell Berry, The Design of The House: Ideal and Hard Time

We hear the birds sing,
and THAT
is the source of all
we see and
touch.
Hafiz