Guest guest Posted October 20, 2005 Report Share Posted October 20, 2005 Okay, i thought that sounded familiar. A very artsy community of poets is there i think. i used to get greeting cards from Great Paths Publishing and the owners live there. Victory Lee and Rob Schouten. They still send me the most lovely emails even though they no longer sell cards. Today i got a beautiful poem: SOMETIMES ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊby David Whyte Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest breathing like the ones in the old stories who could cross a shimmering bed of dry leaves without a sound. you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere. Request to stop what you are doing right now, and to stop what you are becoming while you do it, questions that can make or unmake a life, questions that have patiently waited for you, questions that have no right to go away. ©2003 by David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You published by Many Rivers Press , " Tom " <antipreophogistiii> wrote: > > Whidbey Island: That Puget Sound island where they grow those > loganberries that used to be made into Whidbey's loganberry liquor - > used to be the best way to keep the nip off the throat in cold > weather. Oh, how I miss that sometimes..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 21, 2005 Report Share Posted October 21, 2005 I liked this poem and posted it on my myspace blog (www.myspace.com/the_antipreophogist) and someone posted the following in reply: Willows never forget how it feels to be young. Do you remember where you came from? Gravel remembers. Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean. Exactly at midnight yesterday sighs away. What I believe is, all animals have one soul. Over the land they love they crisscross forever. -William Stafford, " Climbing the River " , " ~ PT ~ " <patchouli_troll> wrote: SOMETIMES by David Whyte Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest breathing like the ones in the old stories who could cross a shimmering bed of dry leaves without a sound. you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere. Request to stop what you are doing right now, and to stop what you are becoming while you do it, questions that can make or unmake a life, questions that have patiently waited for you, questions that have no right to go away. ©2003 by David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You published by Many Rivers Press Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2005 Report Share Posted October 22, 2005 That is lovely, Tom. Thank you for sharing it here. i am going to add it to my signature quotes collection. namaste ~ pt ~ Nothing would more contribute to make a man wise than to have always an enemy in his view. ~ Lord Halifax ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~> , " Tom " <antipreophogistiii> wrote: > > I liked this poem and posted it on my myspace blog > (www.myspace.com/the_antipreophogist) and someone posted the > following in reply: > > Willows never forget how it feels to be young. > Do you remember where you came from? Gravel remembers. > Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean. > Exactly at midnight yesterday sighs away. > What I believe is, all animals have one soul. > Over the land they love they crisscross forever. > -William Stafford, " Climbing the River " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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