June 23, 2010 at 8:48 pm (Books, The Writing Life)
Tags: Daniel Ladinsky, Hafiz, poetry
I’ve not spent enough time this week refilling my word pitcher.
When I went to pour from it just now, all I got was a little dust — the last drop of water dried into a rusty ring at the bottom.
So I opened The Gift, poems by Hafiz, and found indeed a gift. A suggestion for refilling that word pitcher, replenishing my inner sanctuary [pronoun changed by me]:
How Do I Listen?
Listen to others?
As if everyone were my Master
Speaking to me
Perhaps my words ran dry tonight so I can instead just listen. And so I shall.
August 25, 2009 at 7:23 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: expression, poem, poetry, words, writing
At times they come
and pile on my tongue gentle
at first then insistent
like the kiss of a lover tasting my soul’s sweet savoury salty
Tell us they say Tell us
of you through the heart you express when we
and we’ll tell you back
So wordless I show them
the place where I love and flames lick at my heart and
the place where I fear and its dance taunts my mind and
the place where I dream and fierce hope obliterates doubt
I hand them my pen with
the places I can’t speak
telling them Please
please write me so tonight
they give me these
March 4, 2009 at 3:56 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: creativity, poetry
that word again shows up every time I
every time I
itching bubbling churning trying
maybe to get out but not ready yet
for birth escape trickling forth
heart life force center creative truth
chakras dripping into each other intertwining
easily combining energy
growing sparks fire hot too hot
and I remain