The First Free Women- Poems of the Early Buddhist Nuns

UPASAMA – CALM FROM THE FIRST FREE WOMEN – POEMS OF THE EARLY BUDDHIST NUNSHow do you cross the flood?You cross calmly – one step at a time,feeling for stones.How do you cross the flood, my heart?You cross calmly – one step at a time, or not at all....

Wendell Berry- “Being Watchful”

BEING WATCHFUL As soon as I felt a necessity to learn about the non-human world,I wished to learn about it in a hurry.And then I began to learn perhapsthe most important lesson that nature had to reach me:that I could not learn about her in a hurry.The most important...

Wendell Berry- “A Timbered Choir”

A TIMBERED CHOIR (excerpt)I go among trees and sit still.All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.My tasks lie in their places where I left them asleep like cattle.Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight.What it fears in...

Emily Dickinson- “Nature”

“Nature” is what we see—The Hill—the AfternoonSquirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble beeNay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the Sea—Thunder—the Cricket—Nay—Nature is Harmony—Nature is what we know—Yet have no art to say—So impotentOur Wisdom is To her...

Danna Faulds

The call to deeper practice comes, and I respond before I catch myself.All that I am is drawn inside as if pulled by the strongest tide, a current flowing in only one direction.What does this practice look like?Slow movement paired with breath, attunement, trust,...

Linda France

DREAMING THE REALI’m lying down looking at the colour of sky falling through trees,dreaming the real, tasting what it feels like to love it.Why did it take me so long to let go, simply exhale,so the day could breathe itself in and open without me standing in the...