You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it It’s too bad that… Continue reading
I was looking through the archive of poems here for one that speaks particularly to me during this difficult time, and I found myself lingering on Rumi’s The Guest House. I am very… Continue reading
I died from minerality and became vegetable; And from vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall… Continue reading
Last week, I posted on the reason why I instituted Poetry Friday and later today I intend to write another post on the therapeutic effects of art in lowering depression in cancer. The… Continue reading