
“The Soul Within” | Anthony Satori
“Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The Soul Within” | Anthony Satori
“Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”
— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Two Birds” | Anthony Satori
[a poem]
Love from afar has a beauty all its own. That being said, let’s be near.


“Untranslatable” | Anthony Satori
“The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”
— Walt Whitman

“Hummingbird” | Anthony Satori
“The least of things with meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.”
— C. G. Jung

“Who’s That Little Mouse?” | Anthony Satori
(Me up at does)
— a poem by E. E. Cummings
“Me up at does
out of the floor
quietly Stare
a poisoned mouse
still who alive
is asking What
have i done that
You wouldn’t have”
Although quite poignant, I’ve always appreciated this poem by E. E. Cummings. I think it is a fine example of his remarkable economy of language, his touching sense of empathy, and his unmistakable signature style: a seemingly mixed-up, punctuation-free stagger of words which, upon closer inspection, actually turns out to be a carefully constructed poetic flow of thoughts and ideas. Like a lot of great art, Cummings’ poetry isn’t spoon-fed to the viewer. It requires effort and attention. But, in the end, it is always worth the journey.
Quite fortunately, the little mouse in the image above was destined for a more happy fate than the mouse in Cummings’ verse. A couple of nights ago, while we languished in a Tryptophan-induced haze, this little fellow took us completely by surprise by scampering across the interior of a ceiling light fixture. Following his spry shadow, I slid the lamp shade aside and revealed a tiny gray mouse huddled in a corner. As soon as we saw his earnest little face, we knew that we had to devise a plan of rescue. We named him “Buford.” He graciously posed for a portrait. Then, after some careful thought and planning, we proceeded to use a combination of kitchen implements, a folding chair, and some gentle coaxing to safely retrieve him from the ceiling fixture. For his bravery, he was treated to some Thanksgiving leftovers. What a feast! Then, with a full belly and an unbelievable story to tell, we released him into the night. Godspeed, Buford. And Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!


“The Sphere of the Soul” | Anthony Satori
“The sphere of the soul remains faithful to its form… when it shines forth with a steady light by which it sees the truth of all things and the truth within itself.”
— Marcus Aurelius

“Horse Soul” | Anthony Satori
“I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then.”
— Walt Whitman

“Polo: The Sport of Kings” | Anthony Satori
Polo is an impressive spectacle of horsemanship and athleticism that dates back thousands of years. There are actual cave paintings in China depicting polo matches being played over two millennia ago, and the game has remained remarkably consistent throughout the centuries. Moving from Asia to Europe and eventually to the New World, polo has often been called the “Sport of Kings,” primarily because of the high cost of maintaining and training large teams of horses, but also for its pomp, ceremony and civility of play. While still an elaborate production, polo has become far more accessible in the modern era, and now, for little more than the price of a ticket to a baseball or basketball game, anyone who wishes to attend can engage in the fun. And, after all these centuries, it is still a great experience to enjoy a beautiful day in good company, watching the spectacle play out — the athletes, the “ponies,” the dirt flying — amidst the sunshine, the fresh air, and the smell of freshly-cut grass.
The only additional element that I might consider adding would be to have the players do more yelling. I know, it may sound strange at first, but currently the play is markedly quiet, and I suspect some well-timed battle cries would add an exciting dimension to the event. Imagine a pack of polo players charging down the field on their horses, mallets in the air, hollering at the top of their lungs! Can’t you almost hear them? Aaaaaaugh! Indeed, I think the occasional hearty group yell would bring an enhanced air of simulated battle to the milieu, and even provide spectators with an opportunity to verbally participate by chiming in. Of course, if it hasn’t become part of the sport by now, it’s unlikely that they will start doing this any time soon, (certainly not at my suggestion.) But I figured I’d put the idea on the table. In the meantime, let’s get out there and stomp some divots, and get ready for the next chukker!


“Dark Horse” | Anthony Satori
“Every day we should hear at least one pleasant song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.” – Goethe
“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.” – Marcus Aurelius
From the moment we realize this concept, how could we not expend as much energy and attention as possible toward engaging our minds with thoughts of beauty, nobility, compassion and peace?
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