Primero de Enero

Octavio Paz

Las puertas del año se abren,
como las del lenguaje,
hacia lo desconocido.
Anoche me dijiste:
mañana
habrá que trazar unos signos,
dibujar un paisaje, tejer una trama
sobre la doble página
del papel y del día.
Mañana habrá que inventar,
de nuevo,
la realidad de…

Snow & Spruce Forest

Tarjei Vesaas

Talk about what home is —
snow and spruce forest 
is home.

From the very start 
it is ours. 
Before anyone has told us 
that it is snow and spruce forest, 
it has its place in…

“Like this,”

Mawlana Rumi

If anyone asks you 
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our longing and desire
will look, lift your face
and say,
like this

The Head of a Dandelion

Alice Oswald

This is the dandelion with its thousand faculties

like an old woman taken by the neck
and shaken to pieces.

Sire of Sorrow (Job’s Sad Song)

Joni Mitchell

Change

Kathleen Raine

Change 
Said the sun to the moon, 
You cannot stay.

Change 
Says the moon to the waters, 
All is flowing.

117 verse 1505 (Divan-i-Kebir)

Mawlana Rumi

Wake up! Wake up! Night is over. 
Be disgusted. Be disgusted even with yourself.

Right now, an idiot is selling
Joseph in Egypt. 
If you don’t believe me, 
The bazaar is right here. 
Go…

On the Road to Konya

Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

Sometimes I get tired of all this talk about God
and I just want to go and sit under a tree

but then the tree starts talking to me about God
and we find ourselves in another conversation

Reflection

Prince

Twenty-three

Yusuf Misdaq

1

Sometimes I stare out into an expansive sky
And see perfect summer trees with the sun inside them 
And these things, they beat me