I had started last week's session with a poem by Hafiz, published in the Sun (October 2013 issue, p. 13, versions by Daniel Ladinsky). We didn't have time for the Galway Kinnell, "Why Regret" --
and perhaps again, this week, there are far too many poems. So, take them home, read them and enjoy.
Both Kinnell and Hafiz remind us to engage with ordinary things, common acts. Yes, even when you are the one turned away from the factory, the one whose house is burning and you see it on the news, or you are the one at the airport and thinking about what "vacation" means, there comes a time when "connecting" no matter how imperfect in our mind, is the less painful risk than folding tightly everything you are.
With That Moon Language
Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
-Hafiz
to hear the poem last week: Galway Kinnell, Why Regret: http://www-tc.pbs.org/newshour/rss/media/2006/12/15/20061215_kinnell28.mp3
(from Strong is your Hold)
From Jim Daniels, Places / Everyone
Mops
Factory Love
5000 Apply for 100 Jobs
Watching My Old House Burn on the News
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Vacation by Rita Dove
Risk, by Anaïs Nin
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