Tag Archives: mindfulness

The Beauty We Hold

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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more

I’ve been that route

bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks

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Risalire

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October Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.

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posso risalire
senza scivolare

con la poesia
non è ansia ma
parola attenta

precisa nel suono
e nello spazio
mi ferma una mano

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Perhaps From The California Notebooks 02

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perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing

those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs

perhaps I fly protected

in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Light From The California Notebooks 02

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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California Notebooks – Freedom

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I realize we
do not need more
cosmic abstractions

nor painful flights
to the Himalayas tip
for the misty fog

that sometimes
surrounds us in
a cage of boredom

to wane at the sound
of us being liberated
as we simply focus

on what we know
now that we didn’t
know last week

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Measures from The London Hours

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something to do with measures
unknown
to others the length
of my despair whether is
it by nature, mine
or a not understanding of facts

of the jokes
among men, their secret bets
their sudden shoulders

and all was lived
and built, all that had an essence

to dust them off
to cough them up
it’s all forgotten
at once.

I don’t seem
to understand other’s
measures, the sense of
their steps, it’s long
far from me.

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From the collection of The London Hours, 2012.

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Joyful Exile from The London Hours

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routine is good
a shelter to my heart

a time of secret
tenderness

went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me

piercing the sound
underwater

large the company
joyful exile

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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The London Hours

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white wellness

welcomed within

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quietness

a silence seek

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nearly no movement

a mussel in a shell

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I hear love

surging

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if I could

stay forever

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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Lighter Than Daylight

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let’s not forget
the improvised song

falling from above when
you stop to meditate

wings flapping
nervously sounding

almost metallic
that clear it seems

lighter than
daylight

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Beauty Lingering Unseen

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it’s an afterward
moving

this of giving poetry
a way

to talk about the beauty
lingering

unseen
sensitivity shining

bright
in our darker days

when we
think there’s little

to be seen

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Love is Reverence

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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud

louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see

the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t

hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 12

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clouds have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 11

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there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you

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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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