David Wagoner Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave … Continue reading David Wagoner – Lost

Happy Holiday, Fam! Eat yo Kale Salad and Read Yo Po3try! This is a bit different than what most western friends are used to in terms of Rumi. Most of the Rumi we read in the west are second translations by wonderful Coleman Barks, which often focus on conveying Rumi's message., teachings,  and image of … Continue reading Rumi – Slave of the Moon

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes and grass grows by itself.” - From Zenrin-kushū... so maybe by Tōyō Eichō or maybe by Bashō Matsuo.. but def by some Zen folks from Japan, possibly Edo period. There's more poetry below, if you want - but really you can stop here - all that needed to be said … Continue reading Zenrin-kushū.

What Was Told, That Jalal al-Din Rumi What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest. What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever was said to … Continue reading Jalal al-Din Rumi – What Was Told, That

I have sent this before - but feel like sending it again - because, I slept 12 hours and woke up feeling wild, because this is my projetc and I'll do what I want (with love)..because I just drank a pot of coffee, because new Kendrick Lamar album is lit af, because I ate a … Continue reading Charles Bukowski – some people

Rant: If someone was to make    Melancholia a drink   it would have been       a lukewarm            cup of black coffee.   I drink it often   without much complaining,                                 don't you?   … Continue reading Li Po – Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain

Poem:   (You can listen to it here - I did many times and I'd recommend) Frank O'Hara Meditations in an Emergency  Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same … Continue reading Frank O’Hara – Meditations in an Emergency

Nothing wrong with reading a poem 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,647 times, ya know - nothing really matters or is wrong when flowers pick themselves, so go on get on this balloon, look at the flowers smiling at you, look at the small children sending you kisses with cookie crumbs on their spring clothes, say hello to the breeze, … Continue reading E.E Cummings – who knows if the moon’s a balloon

Just started reading Rilke and Lou Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters - and goodness...  Many loved Lou for the multitude she carried in herself and she loved many, but I like to think she loved Rilke the most! Bisous mon petit cupcake wherever you may be! [Again and again] Rainer Maria Rilke Again and again, … Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke – [Again and again]

Rilke How far from us everything is, and long gone. I think the star whose light reaches me now has been dead for thousands of years. I think I heard in the boat that went by something anxious being said. In a house, a clock has struck the hour... In which house? I would like … Continue reading Rilke – [How far from us everything is, and long gone]