Poet Now

Listening . . .
Speaking . . .
Words that come,
Like a drumbeat
with each moment.
Telling of the
ancient sands
that dance about me
on this sunlit day.

Eagle voice
and splashing waves,
Patter of Molly
on the rocks;
to welcome joy
into the soul at play.

Water . . .
that knows its way
in ebb and flow upon
the beach this day.
Moving into mystery
of mire and crag,
Filling up the emptiness about;
Covering over waiting life
that stands upon the rock.
To be alive again with gentle water . . .
as it comes again.

~ Anna Lin
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Trees ~

Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”     ~ Hermann Hesse

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I Sit, To Be The Faithful One

I sit,
to be
the faithful one
that comes to you
each day ~
Listening for
the word
that heals my soul.

There can be
not a better way
to know the path
I trod
than hearing Love
sent to me
from the Source.

This life
I live
is filled now
with delight ~
as rising
I embrace
each joyous day.

Forever singing
of Your highest praise
~ together
we venture forth
in Holy Light.

~ Anna Lin
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I Believe In The Poets ~

I believe in the poets;

it is they who utter wisdom

from the central deep,

And, listening to the

inner flow of things,

Speak to the age

out of eternity.

~ Lowell

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Guardian Of My Soul

Oh, let me hear you speaking
In accents clear and still
Above the storms of passion,
The murmurs of self-will.
Now speak to reassure me,
To hasten or control;
Now speak and make me listen,
O Guardian of my soul.

~  John E. Bode