a link . . .

http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2012/06/mind-mouth-page-13-introduction-to.html

 “absolute attention is prayer.” --- Simone Weil

a single set of tracks vanish the sound of the waves and nothing more

a link

link to article: Spiritual Poetry by Jane Hirshfield  

“The sacred is in the ordinary...it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's own backyard...travel may be a flight from confronting the sacred--this lesson can be easily lost. To be looking elsewhere for miracles is to me a sure sign of ignorance that everything is miraculous.” 

 ― Abraham Harold Maslow

even the sycamore

has nothing more to say

midday heat

Haiku Foundation Video Archive Link

The Haiku Foundation Video Archive

Help us record interviews with poets who have influenced the evolution of English-language haiku.



http://www.indiegogo.com/The-Haiku-Foundation-Video-Archive

a link:

Ross's The Essence of Haiku:   http://www.scribd.com/doc/95869676/

who said this?

“there is nothing more sacred, nothing more extraordinary, then paying close attention to the ordinary moments of our mundane lives.” . . . awhile back, while listening to podcasts, I jotted down this quote in my notebook, but failed to record who said it. All I remember is that I was listening to a poet giving a speech in a unitarian church. Can anyone help me identify the author?

between each cloud

the perfect amount of blue

endless prairie sky

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“Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged” ― Rumi
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He created a multitude of mirrors; into each one of them He cast the image of His Face; to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face. . . . -- jami
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Wordsworth’s real God was not the God of the church but the God of the hills. . . . brought from that heaven of the books and dwelt on the downs visible in the faraway distance seen from the top of a hill and in every cloud shadow that wandered across the valley. . . . -- William Hale White (The autobiography of Mark Rutherford)
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"Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere, in the wind, in the air, in the light. It’s all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do is listen." -- opening lines from the movie August Rush
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letting go
of the paths not chosen
winter wind
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What are we saying but a gladness of being – coleman barks
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What is communing with nature but communing with ourselves? Nature gives back our thoughts and feelings, as we see our faces reflected in a pool. – john burroughs
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night edging the meadow a child vanishes into fireflies
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Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
― Rumi
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finding her sweet spot --
the clematis quivers
at the butterflys touch
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