INSPIRATIONS

This blog is dedicated to “singing” the landscapes of our wild soul and wild earth to life. Each month, together we’ll explore a new poem or piece of writing. We’ll see how language that focuses on the particulars of the outer landscapes, can return us to the truth of our inner wildness.

Please feel free to ponder the questions elicited by the poem below. Memorize a stanza or two. Write a poem of your own. And please share your own observations, poetry, and thoughts about the wild by posting on this blog.

The Silence of the Stars

by admin on April 25, 2012

The Silence of the Stars When Laurens van der Post one night In the Kalihari Desert told the Bushmen He couldn’t hear the stars Singing, they didn’t believe him.  They looked at him, Half-smiling.  They examined his face To see whether he was joking Or deceiving them.  Then two of those small men Who plant [...]

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Sweet Darkness

by admin on March 29, 2012

Sweet Darkness When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your [...]

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The Peace of Wild Things

by admin on February 11, 2012

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the [...]

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The Message of the Rain

by admin on December 1, 2011

when i was a child i was a squirrel a bluejay a fox and spoke with them in their tongues climbed their trees dug their dens and knew the taste of every grass and stone the meaning of the sun the message of the night now i am old and past both work and battle [...]

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The Explorer

by admin on November 1, 2011

I have this mountain to climb and no one to stop me, this dangerous mountain of glaciers and gaunt cliffs, and I will climb it for the sake of the living. Climb, then, they call out, and die. Climb, then, I answer, softly, and live. I am about to begin. I am reaching for possession. [...]

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