Sunday, January 31, 2010

some fill with each good rain



Some fill with each good rain

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

--Hafez

xxx
happy birthday, rajah. i love and miss you to pieces.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

but if you are happy...



But if you are happy...

When you whirl, your eye sees the room whirling, too.
If you sail in a ship over the sea,
it seems the seashore is running past.
If your heart is oppressed with struggle,
the whole atmosphere of the world feels tight;
but if you are happy as your friends would wish,
this world seems to be a garden of roses.

--Rumi
(translated by Camille and Kabir Helminski)

xxx
happy birthday, kathleen. i miss you.

Friday, January 22, 2010

keeping things whole



Keeping Things Whole

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

-- Mark Strand

xxx
i still love you, little blue house. you have good bones.

Friday, January 15, 2010

just now



Just Now

In the morning as the storm begins to blow away
the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe
simpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not even waiting no more hidden
than the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticed
something that was here unnamed unknown in the days
and the nights not separate from them
not separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late then
by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks

--W.S. Merwin

Friday, January 1, 2010

two giant fat people



Two Giant Fat people

God
And I have become
Like two giant fat people
Living in a tiny boat.
We keep
Bumping into each other
and Laughing.

--Hafez