Poems of Unalome

Take Care From Reconciliation: Healing the Inner Child, by Thich Nhat Hanh Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your feelings need you, your perceptions need you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it. Go home and be there for all these things. https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9814155-go-back-and-take-care-of-yourself-your-body-needs

Meditation on a Grapefruit  By Craig Arnold To wake when all is possible before the agitations of the day have gripped you                     To come to the kitchen and peel a little basketball for breakfast               To tear the husk like cotton padding        a cloud of oil misting out of its pinprick pores clean and sharp as pepper                              To ease each pale pink section out of its case so carefully       without breaking a single pearly cell                     To slide each piece into a cold blue china bowl the juice pooling       until the whole fruit is divided from its skin and only then to eat                   so sweet     ...

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself BARBARA CROOKER like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling, the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place. Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November. Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields, land on the pond with its sedges and reeds. You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks. All we do is pass through here, the best way we can. They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again. https://gratefulness.org/resour...

Daily Lens by Nicoletta Baumeister Gratefulness thoughts in the morning light are about the setting of the daily lens. What will we take in, what will we seek and what is today's sense of self

  Forms of Love by Daniel Baylis  Sometimes I wonder:  What's the point?  Why be good? Why care? Why try to change things?  Why - when we continue to wreck each other?  Yet, I keep moving forward.  Not because I am confident in my outcomes.  But because I am still susceptible to sweet things:  a sunset,  a cup of coffee,  a warm blanket,  the smell of lilacs,  the sound of my mother's laughter -  and all the other forms of love.  Sometimes I wonder:  what would the world look like if each of us decided to become  a form of love?

Initiation Song by Ursula K. Le Guin Please bring strange things. Please come bringing new things. Let very old things come into your hands. Let what you do not know come into your eyes. Let desert sand harden your feet. Let the arch of your feet be the mountains. Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps and the ways you go be the lines of your palms. Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing and your outbreath be the shining of ice. May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words. May you smell food cooking you have not eaten. May the spring of a foreign river be your navel. May your soul be at home where there are no houses. Walk carefully, well-loved one, Walk mindfully, well-loved one, Walk fearlessly, well-loved one. Return with us, return to us, be always coming home .