A COVID-19 Admonition

Come Solstice Come

By Rainer Maria Rilke

All will come again into its strength: the fields undivided, the waters undammed,

Love After Love

By Derek Walcott

Illness as Companion

By John O'Donohue

We never value or even see some things in our lives until we are just about to lose them.

"Pandemic" a poem

By Lynn Ungar

What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?

Go to the Limits of Your Longing

By Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

When in the Soul of the Serene Disciple

By Thomas Merton

With no more Fathers to imitate, Poverty is a success

Wabi-Sabi: The Japanese Art of Impermanence

By Shawn Radcliffe

Often in our world of mass-produced goods and machine-like cities, we strive for perfection,

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With Sea Stars

Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.

One Must Dance Naked

By Fred LaMotte

You wear your silence as a black silk gown, woven infinitesimal, every thread a letter of your lover's name.

This is Not a Poem

By Fred LaMotte

Just a murmur whose poor thoughts won't reach the edge of the page.

Widening Circles

By Rainer Maria Rilke

Medicine of the Real

By Chameli Ardagh

What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.

Sometimes a Wild God

By Tom Hirons

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways

Guidepost of Silent Illumination

By Master Hongzhi

Silent and serene, forgetting words, bright clarity appears before you.

The Return of the Black Madonna

By Matthew Fox

A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century

A Liturgy of Light

By John O'Donohue

When suffering comes, we feel panic and fear. Frightened, we want to hide.

Everything is Ecstasy

By Jack Kerouac

We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.

Unending Love

By Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…