Poems that inspire:




Out Beyond Ideas

Out beyond ideas 
of wrongdoing and rightdoing, 
there is a field. 
I'll meet you there. 
When the soul lies down in that grass, 
the world is too full to talk about. 
Ideas, language, even the phrase 
"each other" 
doesn't make any sense. 

-Rumi-



The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save. 

© Mary Oliver. Online Source



Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone.  As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime


with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions.  To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.  Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice.  You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

 

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation.  The kettle is singing 
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last.  All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves.  Everything is waiting for you.

-David Whyte-



The Guest House 

This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival. 
A joy, a depression, a meanness, 
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. 
Welcome and entertain them all! 
even if they're a crowd of sorrows, 
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, 
still, treat each guest honorably, 
She may be clearing you out for some new delight. 
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, 
meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. 
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

-Rumi-




Love

The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they're given wings.

-Rumi-




“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
-Rumi-




Our Deepest Fear
 
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
 
We ask ourselves:
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
 
You’re playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There’s nothing Enlightened about shrinking 
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
 
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
 
As we are liberated from our own fears,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
 
-Marianne Williamson-



Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

-William Blake-




Wild Geese 

You do not have to be good. 
You do not have to walk on your knees 
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 
You only have to let the 
soft animal of your body 
love what it loves. 
Tell me about despair, yours
and I will tell you mine. 
Meanwhile the world goes on. 
Meanwhile the sun and the clear 
pebbles of the rain 
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers. 
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, 
are heading home again. 
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination, 
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

© Mary Oliver. Online Source



Watching the moon at dawn
Solitary, mid-sky
I know myself completely
No part left out

-Izumi Shiksu-







Love tells me I am everything. 
Wisdom tells me I am nothing.  
Between the two my life flows. 

-Sri Narsagadata- 






The gift of truth is the most precious gift
The taste of truth is the sweetest taste
The love of truth is the greatest love

-Buddha-