For several years, I lived in Northwest Montana among a cool crowd of creative, hippie folk. (Before this I had thought that the only interesting people lived in big cities. Boy, was I wrong.) Jyoti was a friend of mine up there. Here's a poem by a friend of hers, Tamika Harmon, another creative Montanan….
In 2001, in celebration of National Poetry Month, Robert Siegel (on NPR’s “All Things Considered”) asked the Poet Laureate Stanley Kunitz whether poetry was a dying art. “No,” replied Kunitz, “in fact people are more involved with poetry now than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime.” Back in the 1970s, Kunitz wasn’t so optimistic. People…
Help us to be always hopeful gardeners of the spirit Who know that without darkness Nothing comes to birth As without light nothing flowers. -May Sarton
Empty yourself of everything. Let the mind rest at peace. The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and flourish and then return to source. Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature. The way of nature is unchanging. Knowing constancy is insight. Not…
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