Category Archives: Poems

Room For Improvement

It’s funny the effect that sitting and retreats have on people.  Here, for example, are Miranda’s thoughts; she writes: “This daft ditty is based on the last week of our Lakes retreat, August 2015. To be sung to the tune of Strawberry Fair – in company, with people joining in the chorus, of course!  Please add […]

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Crosby 2015

First day of sesshin with endless possibilities I’m here to find out what my body needs, begins to hurt bones in a furnace time is slow, time aches in straight spine inside this human triangle there is space to feel fear at a deeper level I might go off the edge days continue in silent […]

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The Human Route

Having just posted Maurice’s thoughtful piece, The Practicalities of Living and Dying, Alasdair has just shared this poem brought by a member of his Northampton group to their meeting tonight.  By coincidence it has a related theme. Alasdair writes: Kevin brought in a poem this evening, and I thought I’d share it here, too. Coming […]

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The Paradox of our Age

The Paradox of our Age We have bigger houses but smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicines, but less healthiness; We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street […]

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