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  Kim Mattson May Day 1986 Everything on the outside is the same this morning. On the    outskirts of Kiev, our farmland overturned, the cows’ mouths grinding in    silent motion. Across the table, he stares:  You must promise me . Lids    burdened with a scientist’s insight. Around his mouth tight lines draw    willful fingers, instruct, forget what you know , forbid                                                 everything he has told me. Atomic lesion. For days, a white-hot graphite fire    unquenchable, swelling: black clouds churning epidemic. When will they tell the people? Words    are husks, vomit. Even here, hours from the explosion, nausea. M...

View this post on Instagram Microburst of Poetry, No. 7 #davidwhyte #poetrymicroburst A post shared by Poet David Whyte (@davidjwhyte) on Apr 2, 2020 at 5:44pm PDT What can poetry teach us about courage? by David Whyte "During this time of intense personal, political and collective anxiety, working from this internal bodily foundation of caring and compassion is vital both for our own individual sanity and for the sanity of our societies. By exploring courage, beauty, and vulnerability, as well as, from a practical point of view, some of the tiny everyday disciplines each of us can undertake to better our lives, this series should work as a kind of close companion to our thoughts, our difficulties and our possibilities for a present and future happiness. For more than 30 years, I've spoken about the role of courage in everyday human life, reminding us that the origin of the word is coeur, meaning heart, t...

Please, read To Me A Story Salute The Sun, As Trees Give Life my heart breaks free on this still, open sky. Take me to this, dear dawn  I want your stamina in full bloom     My Home Is Deep In This Forest as Mountain root, looped,  awakes The Sun.   An even me brings up more life Sea, saw, and fully seen. Fresh eyes see they saw Her Open heart watery, oh so wise. Let peak flow here and hear, her hara free creations.    Vivacious light eclipses valleys, Greets paths not opened yet, Great and small, our winding Welcomes, sighs with Opportunity. Embrace fresh beauty, fully juiced,   We Breathe as bending trees, Our Love, Ripe plums,  a pure bodied air.   savasana, seriously prone ... So come, read to me a gain a wild rose story, Book me, Lick my pages, crease my spine As I, an infinitesmal being, an open. also unread book. Drunk wit...