Poetry Friday is here!
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Maybe, one more! Ahhhhhhh.
And on to Poetry Friday. I am delighted to host the round up today, though how I managed to sign myself up on the day after I've returned from a week of teaching at a yoga training, I have no idea. Ahhhhhh.
My offering today is a few excerpts from books I've been reading.
from "Passing Ordinary Time"
by Enuma Okoro
It is a hard art to learn,
by palms raised
air shifting location
here and there like
trying to guess the pattern of falling leaves,
and hoping to feel
the soft descent of moments
when silence slips
--collected in At the Still Point by Sarah Arthur, Paraclete Press
from The Beautiful Word by Tama Fortner
Sometimes our prayer is simply a breath. We exhale the worries and wonders and restless wanderings of our lives and place them in God's hands. Then we inhale the provision and the promises and the peace of the Almighty. We let go to just be ...
from Walking on Water by Madeline L'Engle
Creativity opens us to revelation, and when our high creativity is lowered... so is our capacity to see angels, to walk on water, to talk with unicorns. In the act of creativity, the artist lets go the self control which he normally clings to, and is open to riding the wind. Something almost always happens to startle us during the act of creating, but not unless we let go our adult intellectual control and become as open as little children This does not mean to set aside or discard the intellect, but to understand that it is not to become a dictator for when it does we are closed off from revelation.
Take a breath.
Cup your hands. Catch a bubble.
Become as a little child and ride the wind.