Yesterday night, I found out my favorite meditation teacher, Thich “Thay” Nhat Hanh who was also an author and poet, had just passed away at age 95. I’d first found him 14 years ago and soon after I wished for a copy of his book Peace is Every Step, and read it fully. Last night…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream of Thay
Tag: dreams
Last Night’s Dream I Had About Yoga
I had a dream about yoga last night, but I don’t remember the dream, just the subject. It’s been a yoga night: I replace my unremembered dream with another photo I took of yoga tonight. What did I do today? Watch me actually answer that: I completed a sonnet that was thought to be complete,…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream I Had About Yoga
Carnations The Wind Carries
My latest painting’s complete! A vague idea months ago came to mind as I was painting…of a great wind bringing something beautiful and delicate along with it. I’d started this anew recently and painted in the main subject, along with the long, fanlike green strands of grass I’d drawn in a recent sketch, as I…… Continue reading Carnations The Wind Carries
A Note for Any Time
This post was originally supposed to be an apology to the world living or dead…it still appears for me and should be that. Please forgive me. I look now toward lighter, tangible things… the whirring fan, the softness of clothing, flowers dressed as themselves with elegance upon a plate on the bookshelf, so many beautiful…… Continue reading A Note for Any Time
Unhappy with This Example…I Learn From It…Now
Update Jan. 13 ’22: As a practice I’d like to create new posts rather than amend past ones on the blog, like a newspaper in print, but this post has been on my mind as needing an additional note, and so I will make an exception, not remove anything written, even if I’ve moved now…… Continue reading Unhappy with This Example…I Learn From It…Now
Good Morning
I purposely sit nearest the morning sun in a new seat, with a cup, not my porcelain tea cup from home, and with green tea. I am painting a canvas, too…that has the colors and soft, caressing touch of a dream I would give to you as a gift, almost like a leisurely glide through…… Continue reading Good Morning
Poet Byron with The Moon
Byron might like his book and the moon together… My reflective review apart from my moonlit window: These are poems to soak up and drink in, beautifully somber and purely light, with repeating motifs in the “Fragment” poems and “Stanzas For Music” poems, perhaps going along nicely with French Classical composer Gabriel Fauré’s piece “Romances…… Continue reading Poet Byron with The Moon
Two Dreams I Fell Into, and Then Out, and Another
October 15, ’21 …And apparently this post appeared in the night and then had fallen right off the blog by the morning… … Tuesday afternoon. Memorable it was to breathe into the sweet center of that flower on my way to continue the rest of my walk today… Maybe I will learn what kind of…… Continue reading Two Dreams I Fell Into, and Then Out, and Another
Saturday Night’s Dream
I dreamed I saw a small bright yellow canary very sprightly, cheerful, awake and little drowsy, and I saw he was sitting next to May, and she noticed I was looking toward them, looking back as if to say hi. “You didn’t actually have to leave him behind!” I said. And May said, “Oh, no,…… Continue reading Saturday Night’s Dream
‘Step Within That Dream,’ Thank You, Any Dream Will Do
Post title is my own created dialogue, my part in it is the reply even if I wrote it all 🤔💗 All the months prior to today and yet rushing into my focus by today, I realize, There have been things spoken to people that should’ve been spoken to God or a heavenly being first,…… Continue reading ‘Step Within That Dream,’ Thank You, Any Dream Will Do
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m* Type it yes I wush it could be back to look where you need to walk nothing else the crown is not doing what the gleam itself does could not exactly help but no hurt when there is little explanaton in that dream last night the sky was noy in and there was wreck…… Continue reading H
Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings
Hearing my audio poems; sometimes he’s a very fluffy bunny, and sometimes a slightly violent teddybear. Peeko’s Moon and a Pulitzer Prize Winning Author, Truly Wise Book of Poems Over the weekend, Peeko sat by the book The Moon Before Morning like ’Read me more of these poems; it’s my moon!’ He is a Scorpio.…… Continue reading Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings
Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh
My translations of two poems I’d been working progressively to complete; finished these full poems from her first book Fleurs de Rêve. TO MISS C. Your eyes are so beautiful, my dear beauty, That their gaze is torturous; I love your name and I spell it Your murmuring flood of a name. I am dark…… Continue reading Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh
How about you, Orpheus? ;)
I was careful not to drop Rumi, my shadow soft upon the wall. 🧚♂️🌹🕊☺️📕🙏 .~* From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference * Previously: Rumi’s Moon
An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In
Aug. 4, ‘21 This is a very rich true story and no more length will be added to the blog for a little while. I took the bus late afternoon today to have my eyebrows threaded and on the way I noticed the open door of a small performing arts theater I hadn’t remembered seeing…… Continue reading An Unexpected August Adventure, A Fairy Might’ve Just Wandered In
Coming Right Up After The Faery Queene I, One Cup of A Surprisingly Good Hemingway
The little green one hundred year old book on the right is the book I’ve just read last and reviewed recently on this blog, The Faery Queene I by Edmund Spenser. I read his apologetic humble note about the book in the introduction after I’d completed my review and it made me feel that maybe…… Continue reading Coming Right Up After The Faery Queene I, One Cup of A Surprisingly Good Hemingway
A Profession I Am Not Pursuing and A Dream to Match It
I like to write poems and sometimes read them aloud. And enjoy a restful yoga night. I may paint another canvas soon. I hadn’t liked the way these pants fell, but I wasn’t crazy about them anyway but comfortable ‘loungewear’ and you will see why I don’t think that I should hem your clothes at…… Continue reading A Profession I Am Not Pursuing and A Dream to Match It
A Dream to Fall Into
I took this photo early. I am awake now in the night but will write a dream I’d like and place myself within it. “It’s so good to see you. The water is such a blue that would be a dolphin’s place of choice to be seen…There are pillows piled on this side, such puffy…… Continue reading A Dream to Fall Into
What Could Be Done With A Dream, Including A Bad One
I’ve enjoyed thinking about my dreams and finding ways of understanding and appreciating them without demanding meaning from them. I’ve found my own remembered dreams would inspire poems I’d write or fit into ones I’d already started writing. I wrote yesterday of deciding to not watch the movie The Prophet, which features the poet Kahlil…… Continue reading What Could Be Done With A Dream, Including A Bad One
Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
Blush of Dawn 