Reading this again and again...true fire 🔥
Also discovered RS Thomas thanks to @ungatedlife: https://t.co/dauATowCRL
Reading this again and again...true fire 🔥 Also discovered RS Thomas thanks to @ungatedlife: https://t.co/dauATowCRL
a beautiful friend passed away last night. in her honour, here’s the last poem she shared with me 12 days ago. she sent it after a conversation we had about how poetry often holds clear pointers for spiritual practice, hidden in plain sight. like her favourite lines here: https://t.co/rcqninZhMr
Running into a poem you loved is like bumping an old friend at a pub. Thus do I find Robert Creeley's "The Rain," six stanzas I copied on the back of my AP econ spiral notebook in high school, and re-read often during that neolib seminar.
"Be for me, like rain,
the getting out" https://t.co/doRYJK6vYO
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and
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