Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
And my madness.
Poem by Nizar Qabbani
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”
Poem by Rumi, image by Elephant Journal
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.” — T. S. Eliot
“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.” — Carl Sandburg
“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.” — Novalis
“The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does.” — Allen Ginsberg
“Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.” — Albert Einstein
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.” — Vincent Van Gogh
“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.” — Plutarch
“Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.” — Jorge Luis Borges
“Poetry is not a matter of feelings, it is a matter of language. It is language which creates feelings.” — Umberto Eco
“The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.” — Muriel Rukeyser
“Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.” — Alice Walker
I’m still having a blast sending my good friend daily poems. Just super-simple ones, loosely based on a haiku style (which limits syllables used). I decided to share another back with you. Just for fun.
Jan. 3rd, 2018
Don’t explain. Just be
Others will understand you
Or they won’t. No mind
Dec. 18th, 2017
Have you seen the sun?
Find a roof top. Sit there. Rest
Monday, during lunch
Dec. 15th, 2017
Don’t rush. Take your time
Morning only happens once
All moments — just once
Dec. 11th, 2017
The key to life is…
in the breath. Simply the breath
Look no further. Breathe
Dec. 4th, 2017
Wow! That’s fabulous
Oh no! That’s terrible news
Instead: Ahhh… grateful
Nov. 30th, 2017
Why hesitate? Go!
Why dream? Because you are alive!
Why risk? To be agog!
Nov. 28th, 2017
Don’t get too caught up
You aren’t time, mind or body
Nor opinions — phew!
Nov. 27th, 2K07
To have and have not
Good luck or bad luck — which one?
Depends on the mind
Nov. 21st, 2017
Try not to speak — pause
Listen first, so the words can…
cascade, dance and sing
Nov. 14th, 2017
Upside down feeling…
…in my belly from courage
Go! Do something new
Nov. 10th, 2017
Door locked, door open
Which one are you? Do you know?
The wind will tell you
Super-cool winter artwork credit belongs to Anne Storno
If you want to see my previous batch of poems, click here
Filed under haiku, poetry
This year I made it a goal to email a friend daily haiku poems, that I write spontaneously each morning. I’m really enjoying it! I never have to think. The poems usually write themselves. I’ll share a few with you in this blog post. (Scroll down, they are black & white images.)
Please note: I’m writing the haiku poems in my own way, but following the traditional Japanese three-line rule, of seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Within those rules, I pretty much say whatever comes to mind.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.”
“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.”
“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”
“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
“Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.”
“You think because you understand ‘one’ you must also understand ‘two’, because one and one make two. But you must also understand ‘and’.”
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.”
All quotes by Rumi