Poetry Discussion

Night Vision, Mariska LaCava

Monday, April 6th, 2009

as i settle my head

onto the pillow

off i go to the dream luscious vision

into the black cat darkness of the netherworld

i am not afraid of the blackness

nor the drifting down

further into sleepiness, in which mind race is put to rest

looking,

laughing at,

sitting on my nose

that third eye

oh vision,

seer of all

plucked out from forehead, all so simply……s t r e t c h e d,

just for me

my view grows wider, deeper, that I may truly see

how I so enjoy the visit to your invitation-only evening world calling out

as I travel between the sheets

into the night cloud world that is oh so in between

in more ways than one, once again,

I am challenged to read the lines,

to stand

checked into the queue,

ready, equipped, willing

floating to greet the dawn

Untitled, Rumi

Monday, April 6th, 2009

Tonight

is the night.

It’s the creation of that land of eternity.

It’s not an ordinary night,

it’s a wedding of those who seek Love.

Tonight, the bride and groom

speak in one tongue.

Tonight, the bridal chamber

is looking particularly bright.

A Clear Midnight, Walt Whitman

Monday, April 6th, 2009

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,

Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,

Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou

lovest best.

Night, sleep, and the stars.

Sweet Darkness, David Whyte

Monday, April 6th, 2009

When your eyes are tired

the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone

no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark

where the night has eyes

to recognize its own.

There you can be sure

you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb

tonight.

The night will give you a horizon

further than you can see.

You must learn one thing,

The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds

except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and

the sweet confinement of your

aloneness to learn

anything or anyone

that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

Let Evening Come, Jane Kenyon

Monday, April 6th, 2009

Let the light of late afternoon

shine through chinks in the barn, moving

up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing

as a woman takes up her needles

and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned

in long grass. Let the stars appear

and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.

Let the wind die down. Let the shed

go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop

in the oats, to air in the lung

let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t

be afraid. God does not leave us

comfortless, so let evening come.

Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright, William Blake

Monday, April 6th, 2009

Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,

Dreaming o’er the joys of night;

Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep

Little sorrows sit and weep.


Sweet Babe, in thy face

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret smiles,

Little pretty infant wiles.


As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal

O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast

Where thy little heart does rest.


O! the cunning wiles that creep

In thy little heart asleep.

When thy little heart does wake

Then the dreadful lightnings break,


From thy cheek and from thy eye,

O’er the youthful harvests nigh.

Infant wiles and infant smiles

Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.

Congregation of Abraxas

Monday, April 6th, 2009

Empty us of aches and pains

Sweet Spirit of Sleep, who brings peace and rest to weary bodies,

for we struggle as seeds through unyielding earth.

Bring to us the timeless nature of your presence-

the endless void of ou slumber.

Make us aware of the work we can do while in your time;

Make us to know our dreaming,

where past and future are reconciles.

Come let us honor sleep, that knits up

the raveled sleeve of care, the death of each day’s life,

sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds,

great nature’s second course,

chief nourisher in life’s feast.

(Prayers for Healing – 365 Blessings, Poems & Meditations from Around the World)

Golden Slumbers, Thomas Dekker and Paul McCartney

Monday, April 6th, 2009

Once there was a way to get back homeward

Once there was a way to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye


Golden Slumbers fill your eyes

Smiles awake you when you rise

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye


Once there was a way to get back homeward

Once there was a way to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry

And I will sing you a lullabye

Don’t Go Back To Sleep, Rumi

Monday, April 6th, 2009

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you;

Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want;

Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds meet.

The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.