Archive for Poetry
Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart
which safely exists in the center of all things?
His giant heartbeat is diverted in us
into little pulses. And his »»
A friend just reminded me of this beautiful poem. Thanks Katherine!
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt – marvelous error ! –
that a spring was breaking
The Pregnant Virgin Mary by Sybil Archibald
Click the images for closeups, more information & more work in the Earthen Vessel »»
Plotinus by Sybil Archibald
Form in Void
The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Ikkyu Sojun 15th century
Three years ago, my family and I moved »»
Fire on Top, An Illumination by Sybil Archibald
22k gold leaf and handmade paints on animal skin parchment
Over at Abbey of the Arts, Christine is holding a »»
I am loving my new book Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women edited by Jane Hirshfield. It’s really amazingly »»
Verse for the Virgin
burst from your untouched
womb like a flower
on the farther side
of death. The world-tree
is blossoming. Two
realms become one.
–Hildegard of Bingen
(Trans. Barbara Newman from Women »»
Tasting the Light
It will arrive suddenly,
when you are unaware.
It will come over you swiftly,
across a large surface of stone.
After everything has melted,
there will be the taste
I am speechless with excitement because I just discovered that one of my favorite poets, Dorothy Walters, has her own blog: Kundalini Splendor. It is filled with »»
Oh Sweet Irrational Worship
Wind and a bobwhite
And the afternoon sun.
By ceasing to question the sun
I have become light,
Bird and wind.
My leaves sing.
I am earth, earth
All these lighted »»
We know the scene: the room, variously furnished,
almost always a lectern, a book; always
the tall lily.
Arrived on solemn grandeur »»
Christine over at Abby of the Arts (one of my favorite blogs) posted this Meister Eckhart quote last week, and I can’t stop thinking about it:
It seems I have finally sorted out all my technical problems with this blog. (Knock wood!) So as a thank you for your patience, below is a »»
Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest »»