where poems live

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In our busy lives we miss so much of the texture, nuance, and depth of the world around us. At heart, the contemplative life is about being willing to slow down enough to really see the wonders of life at work all around us. We embrace times of silence to allow a different voice to speak, a wiser and more centered voice than the anxious narrative many of us have running continually through our minds.  What might happen if we allowed a few minutes each day to descend into the well of stillness?

~Christine Valters Paintner

when we remember, the light suddenly appears, the sparks fly, and the beauteous kindnesses are embedded in our lives….

inquiry for today~  how did it go today? how did it really go?

these luxurious words

Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then, like a hand in the dark,
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows
a great line,
you can feel Lazarus,
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands
and walk toward the light.

~David Whyte

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