THE RED POPPY by Louise Glück

  • ​The great thing is  not  having a  mind.  Feelings: oh,  I  have  those;  they govern me. I  have a  lord  in  heaven called  the  sun,  and  open for  him,  showing him the  fire  of  my  own heart, fire like  his  presence. What could such glory be if  not  a  heart?  Oh  my  brothers  and  sisters, were you like  me once, long ago, before  you were human? Did you permit yourselves to  open  once, who would never open again? Because in truth I  am  speaking now the  way  you do.  I  speak because I  am shattered.

Quote for the Day

Do  you  know  what  makes  someone  beautiful?  Confidence.  You  don’t  have  to have  this  shape  eyes  or  that  shape  lips.  No  one  seems  to  be  able  to  decide  which shape  is  best  anyway.  You  can  have  every  kind  of  blemish.  It’s  confidence  that attracts  people.  That’s  what  everybody’s  looking  for.  It’s  what  no  potion  can really  give  you.  And  believe  me,  Belle,  you’ve  got  it.  You’ve  got  it  if  you  want  it.”   ― Daniel  Nayeri,  Another  Faust 

Remember By Joy Harjo

Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s  stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest  point  of  time.  Remember sundown and  the  giving  away to  night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to  give  you  form  and breath.  You are evidence of her  life,  and  her  mother’s,  and  hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red  earth,  black  earth,  yellow  earth,  white  earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes,  their  families,  their  histories,  too.  Talk  to  them, listen  to  them.  They  are  alive  poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin  of  this  universe. Remember you are all people and all people are  you. Remember you are this universe and this universe  is  you. Remember all is in motion, is  growing, is  you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember.