Intrinsic Heart

INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under...

Yesterday before bedtime I read Rumi’s poem “The Window Within the Soul.” I gave into the temptation to pull just one book off the shelf and read just one poem—which of course turned into more than just one book and...

I cannot do my work Because the birds keep saying I love you They rustle the leaves, they flutter and sing They come right by my window, carrying twigs to build their nests Their beautiful bright wings, the way they...

"It is not necessary for you to complete the work; neither are you free to desist from it." - Rabbi Tarfon Each time we choose to think deeply on the nature of reality, each time we choose kindness and peace,...

they set my aunt’s house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who used to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello...

Whenever we care passionately about something, it’s always personal. That intensity of feeling has a deeply personal quality. It has a rawness, an authenticity, a fierceness of something demanding to be heard. The raw “I am here.” Feeling fully and...