Don't ask why the elephants wear such large shoes,And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers,And why the sailing birds are all Romantics.
When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.
We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.
Conversation With the SoulThe soul said, Give me something to look at.So I gave her a farm. She said,It's too large. So I gave her a field.The two of us sat down.Sometimes I would fall in love with a...
Finding the FatherMy friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing– as the ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails with its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting small crabs,...
His large earsHear everythingA hermit wakesAnd sleeps in a hutUnderneathHis gaunt cheeks.His eyes blue, alert,Disappointed,And suspicious,Complain IDo not bring himThe same sort ofJokes the nursesDo....
The Dingy Playing Cards by Robert Bly Friends, it’s time to give up our hope for Rapture. Saucers will not carry us away. Raskolnikov Had to depend on the police to help him sleep. Our soul loves the...
The imperfect is our paradise. Note that, in this bitterness, delight, Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Our culture teaches us from early infancy to split and polarize dark and light, which I call here mother and father. So some people admire the right-thinking, well-lit side of the personality, and tha...
If any help was going to arrive to lift me out of my misery, it would come from the dark side of my personality.
I am afraid there’ll be a moment whenI fail you, friend; I will turn slightlyAway, our eyes will not meet, and out in the fieldThere will be no one.
It's all right if people think we are idiots.It's all right if we lie face down on the earth.It's all right if we open the coffin and climb in.
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living
I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a hand
We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again, Drawing up from the great roots.
It's hard to grasp how much generosityIs involved in letting us go on breathing,When we contribute nothing valuable but our grief.Each of us deserves to be forgiven, if only forOur persistence in keep...
Like a note of music, you are about to become nothing
What has death and a thick body dances before what has no thick body and no death. The trumpet says: I am you. The spiritual master arrives and bows down to the beginning student. Try to live to see t...
THE FACE IN THE TOYOTASuppose you see a face in a ToyotaOne day, and you fall in love with that face,And it is Her, and the world rushes byLike dust blown down a Montana street.And you fall upward int...