Things I like: books, coffee, reading the horoscopes in the paper, dancing, playing board games, sledding, riding my bike, rice, September, French, art, movies, (and art movies), Buddhism, aprons, and beets!
Things I don't like: cilantro, politics, waste, and purple.
Favorite poets:
Leonard Cohen, Allen Ginsberg, e. e. cummings, Billy Collins, William Butler Yeats, Rainer Maria Rilke.
Favorite writers:
F Scott Fitzgerald, Harper Lee, Tim O'Brian, JD Salinger, Jostein Gaardner, Albert Camus.
"To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment."
--Galway Kinnell
Poem of the moment (who knows how long the moment will last):
Zero Circle
by Rumi
Be helpless, dumbfounded
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we're lying.
If we say No, we don't see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.
Things I don't like: cilantro, politics, waste, and purple.
Favorite poets:
Leonard Cohen, Allen Ginsberg, e. e. cummings, Billy Collins, William Butler Yeats, Rainer Maria Rilke.
Favorite writers:
F Scott Fitzgerald, Harper Lee, Tim O'Brian, JD Salinger, Jostein Gaardner, Albert Camus.
"To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment."
--Galway Kinnell
Poem of the moment (who knows how long the moment will last):
Zero Circle
by Rumi
Be helpless, dumbfounded
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we're lying.
If we say No, we don't see it,
that No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.
So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.
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- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 46 comments.
- I am a 22 year old woman from Maine (United States)
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