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Laura
"Would You Bow?" If the Friend rose inside you, would you bow? Would you wonder where that one came from and how? If you say, "I will bow," that's important. If you answer, "But can... More »
Laura
A few weeks ago I went over to the little pond where I sometimes go to read, write, think, meditate, take pictures, pray. My mother's buried just up the hill and the forty acres that... More »
Laura
Inside the Quaker Meeting by John Krumberger Inside the Quaker meeting house people sit in silence and a small invisible stream flows just beneath the earth. One or two men are so old their hands... More »
Laura
Self-Portrait by David Whyte It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you can know despair or see it in... More »
Laura
After Smoke After smoke, a clarity to air---the air trembling with presence. After smoke, the linger of vapor, the noun of smoke that is a verb. After gray smoke, a sight and sound to distance.... More »
Laura
the one i have with the sky, the trees, the water in the ponds where i tried to catch frogs leaping into the water as a child. the one with falling leaves and the smell... More »
Laura
Because someone once dared to want you, I know that we, too, may want you. When gold is in the mountain and we've ravaged the depths till we've given up digging, it will be brought... More »
Laura
I Rain I rain Because your meadows call For God. I weave light into words so that When your mind holds them Your eyes will relinquish their sadness, Turn bright, a little brighter, giving... More »
Laura
The Incomprehensible Ingredients of Fire Dear Christopher Smart, I saw on the map today that Shipbourne where you were born is on the Medway, downstream from where I live in Forest Row. It... More »
Laura
We cross the infinite with every step and encounter the eternal with every second. --Rabindranath Tagore
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