A Poem About Rain…

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After the rain. 

The clouds hung low and heavy for most of the day.

They were gray and ominous.

The humidity was oppressive.

Then the evening came, and so did the rain.

It didn’t begin with a sprinkle, but a pour; a torrent.

It’s as if the heavens themselves were split open.

I ducked in a doorway to watch the rain.

There was no thunder, no lightening; just rain.

For fifteen minutes it came down like buckets.

And it fell on everything; nothing was spared.

All the buildings and trees were soaked.

So were the creepy things that crawl in the grass.

It washed away all the grime from a hot day.

And it washed away my stress and worries, too.

Then just as suddenly, it stopped.

Just like that the rain was over and the moon was out.

Now there was a slight mist coming from the warm sidewalk.

As I walked I could hear the wetness under my feet,

and I could hear the car tires in the street,

and I could hear the wet trees dripping with wetness.

It made me remember that I was not in control,

but that I was alive.

I felt free.

And this is what I thought about,

after the rain.


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Five (or ten) Quotes from Maya Angelou

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“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” 

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.” 

“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” 

“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.”

“I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.”

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.”

“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.” 

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style” 

“I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”  

To read five quotes from other people that inspire me, click here.

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Five or Eight Quotes and a Poem from E.E. Cummings

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Edward Estlin Cummings

October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

“Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.”

“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.”

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”

“Life’s not a paragraph and death I think is no parenthesis”

“I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.”

“I imagine that yes is the only living thing.”

Humanity I love You

Humanity i love you

because you would rather black the boots of

success than enquire whose soul dangles from his

watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you

unflinchingly applaud all

songs containing the words country home and

mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because

when you’re hard up you pawn your

intelligence to buy a drink and when

you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shops and

because you are continually committing

nuisances but more

especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you

are perpetually putting the secret of

life in your pants and forgetting

it’s there and sitting down

on it

and because you are

forever making poems in the lap

of death Humanity

i hate you

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Two photos and a poem about a train and a city…

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The Train was scheduled for 7:25am
I arrived early
The train was late
Really late
Two hours late
Finally we board, at various points
More than 200 souls
Passing through the state
New York
That’s where it pulls us
We ride
Then it stops
We ride
Then it stops
And so it goes
Eight hours turns to twelve
But finally
We arrive
Into the night, we are thrust
From our train cocoon
Into the New York night
Into the chaos that is New York City
Beautiful chaos
Divinely orchestrated chaos
The train was late
Really late
But I no longer remember

Five Quotes and a Poem from Mary Oliver

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Photo credit: Rachel Giese

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”

“Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”

When Death Comes, by Mary Oliver

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

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