
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
~Hafiz
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translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Creative Commons image

Nancy Lankston

The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
~Hafiz
🌙
translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Creative Commons image

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
between “green thread”
and “broccoli,” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”
Resting on the page, the word
is beautiful. It touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent from someplace distant
as this morning—to cheer you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing
that also needs accomplishing.
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds
of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder
or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue,
but today you get a telegram
from the heart in exile,
proclaiming that the kingdom
still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,
—to any one among them
who can find the time
to sit out in the sun and listen.
~Tony Hoagland
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Image: Mount Shasta Sunset
by NancyL


“Your ancestors sent you here to change things, to disrupt things, to bring forward another way, another vision, a new light, a new way. You’ve been given an incredible opportunity.
Let your voice be heard, let your wisdom be known. Become aware of your gift, whatever it is. Let it be said that you knew your assignment. Let it be said that you completed your assignment, and that you lived boldly and without regret.”
~James Weeks,
Across The Kings River
Artist unknown


“Much of the beauty of light owes its existence to the dark.”
~Brene Brown
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Image by Nancy L

…Sometimes you have to say goodbye.
To people, places, jobs and things.
Sometimes you have to let go
And let go.
You are the navigator.
You are the map.
You are the snake shedding her skin.
You are the new story wriggling out.
You are the surrender.
You are the compass.
You are the yes
And the no
And the alchemist in between.
Be bigger.
Rise higher.
Root deeper.
Say yes to change.
Your life IS the Great Work.
Serve the Golden honey of your Soul.
~The Wild Matryoshka
excerpt