My Symphony by William Ellery Channing

My Symphony William Ellery Channing To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy not respectable, and wealthy not rich. To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly, to listen to stars, birds, babes, and sages with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, [...]

We all fight our own wars.

...and sometimes we make it through the mayhem and then the wreckage, through no fault of our own.  I love this poem.   Facing It Yusef Komunyakaa   My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a [...]

Goodbyes, or, this poem-like thing I wrote one day

Last night after every asana, my instructor chided, "Let it go; that pose is over and you will not return to it again."  She kept reminding us to exist in the present moment--if one pose didn't turn out like we wanted, that didn't mean it should affect the pose we were currently attempting.  It's a [...]