Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

For a New Beginning by John O’Donohue

May 16, 2011

For a New Beginning

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

© John O’Donohue

(To Bless the Space Between Us)
A Book of Blessings

Also see: The Inner History of a Day by John O’Donohue
and What To Remember When Waking by David Whyte.

Listen to Krista Tippett interview John O’Donohue On Being:
The Inner Landscape of Beauty.

Later added: John O’Donohue’s 4 short lines say it all for poets and A Blessing of Solitude by John O’Donohue complements Derek Walcott’s Love after Love.

 — Written and compiled (citing sources) by Ken Chawkin for The Uncarved Blog.

Indonesian Mystery Poem honoring Nyi Roro Kidul

April 12, 2011

Indonesian Mystery Poem
Honoring Nyi Roro Kidul
Queen of the Southern Seas

He hides within the rock
of three dimensions
and cannot be found
in this world

When night comes
she rises like a moon
to shine her light
upon the mountain

The sea dances
rising and falling
like a lover
in her arms

What pull does she have
on his life
as she looks for a partner
to dance with

The moon bows
before the rising sun
and he is left
breathless

© Ken Chawkin
June 2000
Jakarta, Indonesia

(more…)

Sitting with Sally: 5-haiku poem

April 11, 2011

Sitting with Sally
(5-haiku poem)

Sitting with Sally
After moments of madness
Then freedom from fear

Sitting quietly
Our hearts and minds are settled
The soul is nourished

Stillness saturates
Every tissue with comfort
Our world is at peace

It feels like being
In a deep meditation
Too silent to speak

Fulfilling moments
Just resting here together
And we are thankful

© Ken Chawkin
April 9-13+16+18, 2011
Fairfield, Iowa

Also see An Unwanted Guest and Two Love Tanka.

I wrote an earlier poem, Rage Against the Disease, but never posted it.

(more…)

The Journey by Mary Oliver

April 3, 2011

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver (Dream Work)

During a poetry reading at the 92nd Street Y for her new poetry book, A Thousand Mornings, Mary OIiver read The Journey (18:10), as well as some of her other well-known poems.

Read: Maria Shriver Interviews the Famously Private Poet Mary Oliver.

Others: Five A.M. in the Pinewoods (House of Light) Mindful (Why I Wake Early)

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver, photo by Ken West

See It Is I Who Must Begin by Václav Havel. It shares a similar sentiment.

See this remembrance of Mary Oliver with links to more of her poems.

Haiku for Fred

April 2, 2011

On seeing needlepoint in a picture frame on Fred’s desk,
made by Dariana when she was 7 or 8 years old, I wrote this

Haiku for Fred

I’m riding the waves
across the EEG page
and they spell out ‘Dad’

Ken Chawkin
March 29, 2011
Fairfield, Iowa

Dr. Fred Travis is Director of the Center for Brain, Consciousness and Cognition at Maharishi University of Management, in Fairfield, Iowa, USA.

Spring Haiku 2011

March 25, 2011

I wrote this haiku on Monday, March 21, the first full day of spring, following the spring equinox on Sunday, March 20, 2011.

 

Spring Haiku 2011

It’s amazing how
The willow tree starts budding
The first day of spring!

 

© Ken Chawkin
Fairfield, Iowa

The World Is As You Are

March 13, 2011

From the Buddha’s Dhammapada
(freely translated by Stephen Mitchell)

Mind creates the world;
what you see arises with your thoughts.
If you speak and act with a confused mind,
trouble will follow you as certainly
as a cart follows the ox that pulls it.

Mind creates the world;
what you see arises with your thoughts.
If you speak and act with a clear mind,
happiness will follow you as certainly
as your own shadow in sunlight.

“It’s his fault.” “She shouldn’t have done that.”
Believe such thoughts, and you live in resentment.

“It’s his fault.” “She shouldn’t have done that.”
Question such thoughts, and you live in freedom.

Anger teaches anger.
Fear results in more fear.
Only understanding can lead to peace.
This is the ancient law.

In a Byron Katie Newsletter my son sent me. Stephen Mitchell is BK’s husband. 

Storytelling—a poem on the storytelling process

February 27, 2011

Storytelling

Telling a story is speaking out anew
what you always knew you knew
but didn’t know you knew it
until you heard yourself saying it
and in the telling of it, you,
the teller, become the listener too.

The teller and the listener
together both discover
the process of finding out
what the story is all about
as one draws the story out of the other
and the story tells itself from cover to cover.

© Ken Chawkin

(more…)

Writers on Writing–What Writing Means To Writers

February 24, 2011

Writers on Writing

Below are a few of many quotes by famous writers on writing found in Learning by Teaching, Selected Articles on Writing and Teaching, by Donald M. Murray. When I volunteered to become a writing facilitator at MIU in the mid-80s, this was our bible. It had a huge transformational effect on me. I used these writing principles when I helped young students write at the Sylvan Learning Center in North Vancouver, BC, Canada. I also learned writing techniques from Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within, by Natalie Goldberg, and shared them with my students, and later in other writing workshops with older animation students, and friends.

The whole idea is to facilitate the writing process, to see what it would reveal to the writer, rather than focus on producing a specific piece of writing. I remember reading what Donald Graves had to say about teaching writing, something like: “If you take care of the writer, the writing will take care of itself.” Donald Graves studied with Donald Murray, and went on to conduct research in the classroom on how to teach children to becoming writers. His seminal book, Writing: Teachers & Children at Work, has become a classic and revolutionized the teaching of writing in schools.

Here’s what some famous writers, poets, and playwrights have to say about their writing process.

Edward Albee: Writing has got to be an act of discovery. . . .I write to find out what I’m thinking about.

C. Day Lewis: First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it….we do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

William Faulkner: It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.

E. M. Forster: Think before you speak, is criticism’s motto; speak before you think is creation’s.

Donald Hall: A good writer uses words to discover, and to bring that discovery to other people. He rewrites so that his prose is a pleasure that carries knowledge with it. That pleasure-carrying knowledge comes from self-understanding, and creates understanding in the minds of other people.

William Stafford: I don’t see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as “truths” already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It’s like any discovery job; you don’t know what’s going to happen until you try it.

Speaking of William Stafford, you’ll enjoy this poem, William Stafford—A Course in Creative Writing, and others posted on my blog. Also see one of my first poems, Writing—a poem on the writing process.

And you’ll especially enjoy reading New York Times best-selling author (Eat, Pray, Love) Elizabeth Gilbert—Some Thoughts On Writing, as well as What Rainer Maria Rilke inscribed on the copy of The Duino Elegies he gave his Polish translator, mentioned in Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry, Essays by Jane Hirshfield. Also check out: Words of Wisdom on Writing from Literary Lights.

Here’s a good resource of timeless advice on writing from famous authors posted on The Marginalian by Maria Popova @themarginalian. I liked what Andrea R Huelsenbeck posted: 14 Authors Share Their Writing Wisdom…by the staff of Writer’s Relief. You may also enjoy Burghild Nina Holzer inspires us to write and discover who we are and what we have to say. Later added: The perils of praise or blame for young writers. New ways to help students find their own voice.

Roger Pelizzari—The Beginning Of Real Time

February 13, 2011

THIS ENDURING GIFT – A Flowering of Fairfield Poetry

THE BEGINNING OF REAL TIME

February 12, 2011 | Category: Poem of the Day | 7 Comments

THE BEGINNING OF REAL TIME

Almost morning,
somewhere along the edge of March,
I woke to a moment so still,
I heard the ice cracking
on the frozen waters of the world.
Rising from the valley
between night and day,
I opened my eyes and saw my watch
sleeping on the table,
stopped at midnight.
It was a signal for the beginning
of real time.

Here and now the world is new.
We see by the light of the sun
that shines in the middle of the head,
while invisible winds
blow everything false away.
Who will miss the shadows of our old lives?
This is how we enter the future,
through the door of the present.
This is where we find the place
we have longed for,
where no one needs to ask,
“Where am I? Which way should I go?”
We are made of green earth and gold fire.
The blue sea flows through us,
and the sweet, silver air.
The stars flash from the mind
to the sky,
growing brighter as we look.
Soon, we will not even remember
the time when we were asleep,
dreaming that this would happen.

© 2007 Roger Pelizzari

Published in This Enduring Gift, 2010

7 Responses to “THE BEGINNING OF REAL TIME”

1. Bob Ferguson
February 12, 2011 at 1:21 pm
Beautiful poem Freddy. It lifted my spirits!
Bob

2. K. Kelly
February 12, 2011 at 2:03 pm
Bravo Roger!

3. Bill Graeser
February 12, 2011 at 3:37 pm
a very fine poem-thanks

4. Ken Chawkin
February 12, 2011 at 4:48 pm
A dazzling poem, written from the silent gap, where true renewal is possible. Thank you for this brilliant contribution, Roger. You make us all shine!

5. Michelle Bliss
February 14, 2011 at 9:33 am
This one goes in my pocket for everyday reading. It is certainly what I was supposed to hear today. Thank you Roger.

6. Leah Waller
February 14, 2011 at 11:29 am
really love the first few lines, “Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March” beautiful!

7. Robin Burkhardt
January 9, 2013 at 7:15 pm
Roger, I enjoyed the poem. I see the Hudson Highlands in it.
Best, Robin B