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Dropping Keys
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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(a simple meditation this week — photo is of a collection I have of old keys from Austria)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
** Come back Monday for our next Poetry Party **
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, September 18th, we are pleased to welcome Wisdom Council member and Lift Every Voice Book Club conversation partner Claudia Love Mair to lead us in the retreat Mourning Pages: The Write Way to Grieve. Below is a note
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for an excerpt from Wisdom Council member Richard Bruxvoort Colligan’s book Dangerous Songs: The Psalms and a Gloriously Disrupted Life. Ready or Not:
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, Our featured self-study this month is Earth, Our Original Monastery. This retreat companions my book and we updated this retreat last spring, adding all new content from Cassidhe Hart on writing your own earth psalter and Polly Paton-Brown on the
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Thanks everyone, yes indeed Suz, let us all be rowdy prisoners ready to break free. Sarah, I love the Dickinson poem!
Christine, love the quote, and
the keyhole size photo!
“The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature’s fact.”
~ Emily Dickinson
Let’s all be rowdy prisoners! I like that image.
That is fantastic! and I collect keys, too. I just love them. Great weekend, everyone!
Tess,
Me, too.
Thanks, Christine.
Another great poem!
I love this. I’ve just read it about five times. Thank you so much.