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by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (translated By Jerome Rothenberg) I speak for none of your kind, I speak for the end of the owls. I speak for...

by Naomi Shahib Nye The text of the poem is available at poets.org

by David Whyte I thank you, for the smallest sound, for the way my ears open even before my eyes, as if to remember the way everything...

by Wendell Berry Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer's end. In time's...

by John O'Donohue I would love to live Like a river flows Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding.

by Pablo Neruda (translation by Alastair Reid) Now we will count to twelve And we will all keep still. For once on the face of the...

Reading poetry can be a valuable activity in a mindfulness class for several reasons: Focused Attention: Reading poetry often requires a...

by Richard Shiffman after Wallace Stevens The fortune that you seek is in another cookie, was my fortune. So I'll be equally frank--the...

by Gary Snyder | One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill,...

O you tender ones, step now and then into the breath that takes no heed of you; let it part as it touches your cheeks, it will quiver...

By Octavio Paz Between going and staying, the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where...

Written by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Joanna Macy I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not...

by Danna Faulds