Has my heart gone to sleep? Antonio Machado Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming-- its eyes are opened wide … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/05/2018
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Praying with Fringes 06/16/2017 – one of the doors into the temple
Today Mary Oliver Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I'm taking the day off. Quiet as a … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/16/2017 – one of the doors into the temple
Praying with Fringes 06/15/2017 – so I can reach my own face up to his and let him drink the sugar from my lips
Bee Balm Gerald Stern Today I’m sticking a shovel in the ground and digging up the little green patch between the hosta and the fringe bleeding heart. I am going to plant bee balm there and a few little pansies till the roots take and the leaves spread out in both directions. This is so … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/15/2017 – so I can reach my own face up to his and let him drink the sugar from my lips
Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.
Bees Jane Hirshfield In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither. Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house. But the faint cries—ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant bees, making … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 09/05/2016 – In every instant, two gates.
Praying with Fringes 06/08/16 – Everything desirable is here already in abundance
A Dark Thing Inside the Day Linda Gregg So many want to be lifted by song and dancing, and this morning it is easy to understand. I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden in the almond trees, the almonds still green and thriving in the foliage. Up the street, a man is hammering … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/08/16 – Everything desirable is here already in abundance
Praying with Fringes 06/07/16 -this, and all my heart
It's all I have to bring today Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count— should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/07/16 -this, and all my heart
Praying with Fringes 06/06 – oh marvelous error
Untitled (Making Honey) Antonio Machado I dreamt last night oh marvelous error, that there were honeybees in my heart, making honey out of my old failures.
Praying with Fringes 9/14/2015 – In every instant, two gates
Bees Jane Hirshfield In every instant, two gates. One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell. Mostly we go through neither. Mostly we nod to our neighbor, lean down to pick up the paper, go back into the house. But the faint cries — ecstasy? horror? Or did you think it the sound of distant … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 9/14/2015 – In every instant, two gates
Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed
Bedtime Denise Levertov We are a meadow where the bees hum, mind and body are almost one as the fire snaps in the stove and our eyes close, and mouth to mouth, the covers pulled over our shoulders, we drowse as horses drowse afield, in accord; though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed, and … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/07/2014 – though the fall cold surrounds our warm bed
Praying with Fringes 6/13/2014 – revery alone will do
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee Emily Dickinson To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 