''The poet is the priest of the invisible.''

— Wallace Stevens

This is a group for posting Poetry, your own or others. I have not written very much poetry as it does not come to me. I wait until it does. I think it is among the highest forms of the written art, words brought back from beyond the veil upon the fortunate inspiration of the Muse, or the Divine. Sruti is the sanskrit word meaning that which is heard, ''the cosmic sound of truth''. Poets channel the work, they hear it inside, often complete, before it ever touches paper. Alexander Solzhenitsyn wrote a 50 page long poem while serving hard labour in the gulag, scratching it onto a bar of soap and memorising it before rinsing it off, bit by bit every day. Even if the poet is not a particularly philosophical person, yet still a good poem contains within it by its very nature some acute wisdom or observation. The writing of poetry often is an act of revolution, warning us not to forget what has passed. Though we may be manipulated by the modern world, we always know the truth in certain words. And we remember that truth, no matter how long ago we heard it, because Poems are a mnemonic tool. Poetry makes us feel less alone.

''Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.''

- Plato

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Eclipses ~ Poetry and Prose

Astronomer Maria Mitchell (1869 Eclipse) ''There were some seconds of breathless suspense, and then the inky blackness appeared on the burning limb of the sun. All honor to my assistant, whose uniform count on and on, with unwavering voice, steadied…

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A few poems by Mark Nepo

Thinking Like A Butterfly Monday I was told I was good. I felt relieved. Tuesday I was ignored. I felt invisible. Wednesday I was snapped at. I began to doubt myself. On Thursday I was rejected. Now I was afraid. On Saturday I was thanked for being…

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Hiding ~ David Whyte

A thoughtful piece of poetic prose.... HIDING is a way of staying alive. Hiding is a way of holding ourselves until we are ready to come into the light. Even hiding the truth from ourselves can be a way to come to what we need in our own…

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I'm Nobody! Who Are You? ~ Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!…

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The World by Rumi

The world is a mountain Whatever you say, good or bad, it will echo it back to you Don’t say I sang nicely and mountain echoed an ugly voice… That is not possible The human intellect is a place where hesitation and uncertainty take root There is no…

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A time for everything

A Time for Everything There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to…

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THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER

THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER. I. Hark! some wild trumpeter—some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter—listening, alert, I catch thy notes, Now pouring, whirling like a tempest around me, Now…

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If— BY RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,      But make allowance for their doubting too;    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,      Or…

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  • "Wisdom lives in the future, and from there it speaks to us. There is no such thing as wisdom of the past. Wisdom preceded the world and wisdom is its destiny. With each passing moment, wisdom becomes younger, as we come closer to the time when it is born and breathes the air of day. Our ancient mothers and fathers, the sages, all those from whom we learn wisdom -- they are not guardians of the past. They are messengers of the future. Truth can never be old-fashioned. It was never in fashion to begin with."
    Rabbi Tzvi Freeman


  • "Don't listen to the person who has the answers; listen to the person who has the questions."
    Albert Einstein

  • "Whoever destroys a soul, it is considered as if he destroyed an entire world. And whoever saves a life, it is considered as if he saved an entire world."


    The Talmud

  • "I love my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind.
    heart might stop. Mind can forget.
    I Love them with my Soul.
    Soul never stops or forgets."
    Rumi

  • Behind the Thunder
    I keep looking for one more teacher,
    only to find that fish learn from water
    and birds learn from sky.

    If you want to learn about the sea,
    it helps to be at sea.
    If you want to learn about compassion,
    it helps to be in love.
    If you want to learn about healing,
    it helps to know of suffering.

    The strong live in the storm
    without worshipping the storm.
    - Mark Nepo 

  • "This is not
    the age of information.

    This is not
    the age of information.

    Forget the news,
    and the radio,
    and the blurred screen.

    This is the time of loaves
    and fishes.

    People are hungry,
    and one good word is bread
    for a thousand."

    ~ David Whyte 

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  • " Write it on your heart
    that every day is the best day in the year.
    He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
    who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

    Finish every day and be done with it.
    You have done what you could.
    Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
    Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
    begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
    to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

    This new day is too dear,
    with its hopes and invitations,
    to waste a moment on the yesterdays."
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

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    Bellerophon's Song To Pegasus

    With the help of a friend who carries my heart

    This soul does depend  on your wings in great part

    It is then I will soar like an eagle on high

    And make my home the widening sky

    I will fly the span of a great quiet wood

    And swim the good air in it's blue solitude

    And this will be told evermore till I am able

    Like the story at bedtime that turns into fable

    Come join me now and drink from this spring

    Let us know  this friendship a marvelous thing

    For however long I will help joy to ring

    And so to harmonize those who are willing to sing

    Now this will be done with a song I impart

    To you dear friend before we depart

    For 'this journey's end will bring us right to the start

    May we ever and never be far apart...

    Now, come away, come away, carry me friend!

    It's your company I keep nearest me, here at the end'

    Nemo

     

    • Beautiful. Thank you :) It is said that a friendship is more precious and rare than romantic love.

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      It is very nice to see you. 

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