“Heaven in a Wild Flower” | Anthony Satori
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour.”
— William Blake
Heaven in a Wild Flower
poetry
A Pathway in the Mind
“Be Love” | Anthony Satori
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
— Henry David Thoreau
Soothing Accents
“A Quiet Place” | Anthony Satori
“The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.”
— Mary Shelley
In the Dew of Little Things
“Warm Sunshine” | Anthony Satori
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
— Khalil Gibran
Imagination Itself
“Imagination Itself” | Anthony Satori
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is, in the eyes of others, only a green thing that stands in the way. But to the eyes of the person of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
— William Blake
Summer Wind
“Summer Wind” | Anthony Satori
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.”
— John Keats
Mysterious Ways
“Mysterious Ways” | Anthony Satori
“Life unfolds itself in mysterious ways.”
— Khalil Gibran
Locomotive
“Locomotive” | Anthony Satori
“I walked on the banks of the tin-can banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box-house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac sat beside me… companion… we thought the same thoughts of the soul… surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of the trees of machinery.”
— Alan Ginsberg
It is okay to feel sad, sometimes. It is a normal and healthy part of life. But don’t plan to stay there. Be ready to move through it, like a locomotive. Remember that sadness is not who you are. You are Spirit. You are Joy. You are Light. You were created to be the reflection and the conduit of everything that is Good in the Universe. You were created to be the eyes, the ears, the pleasure, and the laughter of God.
La Vie En Rose
“La Vie En Rose” | Anthony Satori
“The richness of the world is always available to the poet.”
— Goethe
Who’s That Little Mouse?
“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!
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