Saturday, March 21, 2009

A poem by Mark Nepo

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I'm no longer searching
just opening,

no longer trying to make sense of pain
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations
that rub into a pearl.

So we can talk for a while
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea.

And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions
down and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone. But seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it's a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather,
into the surf that human
shells call God.

[Note: Originally posted by Bobbie in February 2008.]

1 comment:

  1. I feel like I found hidden treasure in finding your site this morning while looking for a specific Mark Nepo poem 'The Friend.' Didn't find that, but found you. I look forward to looking further at what you are sharing.

    BTW, what does it take to become a member of your group? I write poetry and haiku and post to a small Yahoo poetry group I started about 10 years ago.

    I have a suggestion to add to your poetry links and that is the Panhala poetry group. Jim Riley is the facilitator and he sends a poem each day M-F.

    Best,
    Sharon Pacione
    Wdestiny44@aol.com

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