For Light
For Light Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let...
For Light Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let...
The Inner Sky Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner—what is it? if not intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of...
I Traveled I traveled to every city There was none like the city of Love. The city of Love? I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know what I was missing. Young and callow, I ran from one city...
So many ways to pray, so many prayers that are not formed as prayers, but are prayers nonetheless. A few poems and fragments here... - Prayer - Another Way of Being, Another Way of Knowing by Michael Leunig...
THIS MOMENT, THIS LOVE This moment this love comes to rest in me, many beings in one being. In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks. Inside the needle's eye, a turning night of stars. Listen, if you can stand...
Getting Out Sometimes there is inside me a space so great my body takes itself outside— as if the house is too restricting, as if this inner space must be met by something vast as field, boundless as sky, immeasurable...
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