Tag: beauty

A Leaf From the Tree of Songs, Adam Christianson

A Leaf From the Tree of Songs, Adam Christianson When harpers once in wooden hall A shining chord would strike Their songs like arrows pierced the soul Of great and low alike Aglow by hearth and candleflame From burning branch ot ember The mist of all their music sang As

A Daily Journey, by Steven Morris

A Daily Journey And we walked on the foggy low-lit trail Burned at the edges, Rising, stride by stride, slow then quick Then slow. With gratitude— Each step became More deliberate— More lifted— More alive— More amore— Leading to that rare place that rests In the body’s marrow, The mind’s

Gratitude, by Sri Chinmoy

Gratitude In the life of aspiration and dedication The gratitude-deer always runs the fastest, Always achieves the most, Always becomes the perfection-satisfaction Of the highest And Most fulfilling and fulfilled Supreme in us. Gratitude is not a human achievement. Gratitude is a divine treasure Granted to us By the inner

Fluent, by John O’Donohue

Fluent I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding. — John O’Donohue “Fluent” by John O’Donohue

Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. — Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can

Dreams, by Langston Hughes

Dreams Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. — Langston Hughes “Dreams” by Langston Hughes, PDF

Out Beyond Ideas, by Rumi

Out Beyond Ideas Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. — Rumi (Sufi Mystic 1207-1273

Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, and there the grass grows soft and white, and there the sun burns crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And

Welcome to Communal Acts of Beauty

This site is the digital home of our neighborhood poetry box and the nature-planted poetry in San Diego. With the intention of spreading just a bit more beauty into the world, we share poetry and, sometimes, artwork. Feel free to comment here, but most importantly, enjoy the sharing of beauty.

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