the spirit likes to dress up ~mary oliver

The spirit
likes to dress up like this:
ten fingers,
ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest
at night
in the black branches,
in the morning

in the blue branches
of the world.
It could float, of course,
but would rather

plumb rough matter.
Airy and shapeless thing,
it needs
the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite,
the oceanic fluids;
it needs the body’s world,

and imagination
and the dark hug of time,
and tangibility,

to be understood,
to be more than pure light
that burns
where no one is —

so it enters us —
in the morning
shines from brute comfort
like a stitch of lightning;

and at night
lights up the deep and wondrous
drownings of the body
like a star.

~Mary Oliver

love thy neighbor…now

My neighbor brought me a bag of home-grown vegetables yesterday. “We’ve got more than we can eat,” he said, as he handed me a bag of tomatoes (slicing and cherry), squash, zucchini, and cucumbers. His bicycle basket filled with plastic grocery bags containing the bounty from his and his wife’s garden, he was pedaling up and down the street delivering not only vegetables but also neighborly goodwill.

Later, as I lined up the tomatoes on the windowsill Continue reading

I have learned so much… ~Hafiz

I have learned so much from God
That I can no longer call myself
a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me
That I can no longer call myself
a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure soul.
Love has befriended Hafiz so completely.
It has turned to ash and freed me
Of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

the best dancers ~em claire

Maybe God keeps me here like this
to stumble a little.
If I were to suddenly just
turn into light,
blinding myself even
to the most precious and necessary illusions,
then what hand could hold my own?
Where would rest a weary head?
What good use for warm hearts;
for hot tears?
Why eyes to see?
Why arms to open?
Which Lovefamily to fall into?

Oh, the best dancers know
what grace
every stumble

~Em Claire