O Holy Night, What Stars Give Birth To
“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a …
“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a …
“There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however …
I was struck by the phrase “a desire for a higher lovemaking” when reading Goethe’s poem “The Holy Longing.” It …
There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …
Seamless Being I’m not sure what there is to say anymore about being me,Who I am-was-will-be.We flow together seamlesslyWithout end. …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of …
I’ve been reading (again) Jane Hirshfield’s Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry, a collection of essays on the art …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
“There are burning bushes everywhere, burning yet not consumed, and our lives can be just as miraculous. Our Making can …