In this incredible poem, Zbigniew Herbert begs to find what actually is, not a description, not a metaphor, but the actual essence. He knows there’s something, an actuality of what he is and how he exists, but he can’t put...
Who Says Words With My Mouth? All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere,...
blessing the boats (at St. Mary's) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond...
What's important and what's not? We are so small in the vastness of everything that is, but that doesn't mean insignificant. It means cherished, with a consciousness wider than the sky. Billions of us - and billions of stars, planets,...
ON THE MOUNTAIN OF FORTH You could lose yourself up here or just as easily find yourself. You could see yourself traverse five counties all at once, repeat the same phrase five different ways, its meaning caught between lilt and...
~~~~~~~~~~~ THE JOURNEY One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
