Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
Greetings all poetry lovers!
I was just at this rather huge site and found this on one of their menus ...
Reading sacred poetry is a time-honored spiritual practice. If you'd like to incorporate it into your devotions, we have many resources at Spirituality & Practice for you. Every April for National Poetry Month in the United States we post a new poem every day. See the right column under "Also Recommended" for links to these collections.
The following is about our personal experiences with poetry and how it adds to our spiritual life.
Reading Sacred Poetry | Spiritual Practices for Everyday Life | Spirituality & Practice
Here's one I found during a relatively brief browse ...
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
by Robert Bly
Anyway, thanks for listening and off to browse a few more poems at that site ...
Namaste
I was just at this rather huge site and found this on one of their menus ...
Reading sacred poetry is a time-honored spiritual practice. If you'd like to incorporate it into your devotions, we have many resources at Spirituality & Practice for you. Every April for National Poetry Month in the United States we post a new poem every day. See the right column under "Also Recommended" for links to these collections.
The following is about our personal experiences with poetry and how it adds to our spiritual life.
Reading Sacred Poetry | Spiritual Practices for Everyday Life | Spirituality & Practice
Here's one I found during a relatively brief browse ...
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
by Robert Bly
Anyway, thanks for listening and off to browse a few more poems at that site ...
Namaste