Let go of what has passed.
Let go of what may come.
Let go of what is happening now.
Don’t try to figure anything out.
Don’t try to make anything happen.
Relax, right now, and rest.”
photograph Rose Cook
I am pleased to say that I will be reading poems from my new book Hearth on Thursday July 5th at 7.30 with Telltales in The Admiral Benbow public house in Penzance. Along with other writers and pirates.
Moon for Our Daughters by Annie Finch
Moon that is linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,
These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting
Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,
Chaining through shadows to daughters,
Moving beyond our beginnings,
Moon of our daughters, and mothers.
photo Rose Cook
standing on two logs in a river
might do all right floating with the current
while humming in the
if one log is tied to a camel,
who is also heading south along the bank – at the same pace –
all could still be well
unless the camel
thinks he forgot something, and
abruptly turns upstream,
do not live in the present
and can stick to a reasonable plan; most minds abruptly turn
and undermine the
translation by Daniel Ladinsky
from Love Poems from God
photograph by Rose Cook