Peaches Batik I © by M BaldwinFrom Blossomsby Li-Young Lee (1957 – ) From blossoms comesthis brown paper bag of peacheswe bought from the boyat the bend in the road where we turned towardsigns painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands,from sweet fellowship in the bins,comes nectar at the roadside, succulentpeaches we devour, dusty skin … Read more
Ecstasyby Eric Ashford How delightful! The full flown grateful lightdelectably traced overthe unhinged tongue. The spoken declaration of blisscaressed into illumination. An ululation of the soulplucked up beyond a thoughtto be a sob of awein the throat of an angel. How lusciousthis sumptuous spanof a roaring silencewhere the void sings outas one instant. How delightfullythe … Read more
Innocence (The Sun) © Osho Zen TarotMiraclesby Walt WhitmanWhy, who makes much of a miracle?As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,Or … Read more
A Night-Rain in Summer by James Henry Leigh Hunt Open the window, and let the airFreshly blow upon face and hair,And fill the room, as it fills the night,With the breath of the rain’s sweet might.Hark! the burthen, swift and prone!And how the odorous limes are blown!Stormy Love’s abroad, and keepsHopeful coil for gentle sleeps. … Read more
Moonlight -Maxfield ParrishMoonlightby Vita Sackville-West What time the meanest brick and stoneTake on a beauty not their own,And past the flaw of builded woodShines the intention whole and good,And all the little homes of manRise to a dimmer, nobler span;When colour’s absence gives escapeTo the deeper spirit of the shape, — Then earth’s great architecture … Read more
The Soul of the Rose – John William WaterhouseTo the Rose Upon the Rood of Timefrom The Rose by W.B. Yeats. (1893) Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed,Who cast round Fergus dreams, and … Read more
Mockingbirdsby Mary Oliver This morningtwo mockingbirdsin the green fieldwere spinning and tossing the white ribbonsof their songsinto the air.I had nothing better to dothan listen.I mean thisseriously. In Greece,a long time ago,an old coupleopened their door to two strangerswho were,it soon appeared,not men at all, but gods.It is my favorite story–how the old couplehad almost … Read more
A Summer Day by Lucy Maud Montgomery I.The dawn laughs out on orient hillsAnd dances with the diamond rills;The ambrosial wind but faintly stirsThe silken, beaded gossamers;In the wide valleys, lone and fair,Lyrics are piped from limpid air,And, far above, the pine trees freeVoice ancient lore of sky and sea.Come, let us fill our hearts … Read more
from Song of Myself By Walt WhitmanI am he that walks with the tender and growing night,I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile … Read more
Summer Invocationby Trish Telesco Fireflies and summer sunin circles roundwe become as one.Singing songs at magick’s hourwe bring the windsand timeless powers.Turning inward, hand in handwe dance the hearthto heal the land. Standing silent, beneath the skywe catch the fire from out God’s eye.Swaying breathless, beside the seawe call the Goddessso mote it be!