A good poem brims with reflected beauty and even a bracing, beautiful ugliness. At the center of our lives, in the midst of the busyness and the forgetting, is a story that makes sense when everything extraneous has been taken away.
We speak continually of saving time, but time in its richness is most often lost to us when we are busy without relief.
Questions that have no right to go away are those that have to do with the person we are about to become; they are conversations that will happen with or without our conscious participation.
If you’ve given away a sense of your own destiny, you need enormous amounts of hierarchy and protection within the structure to make up for what you’ve given away.
A sure sign of a soul-based workplace is excitement, enthusiasm, real passion; not manufactured passion, but real involvement. And there’s very little fear.
The frail, vulnerable sounds of which we are capable seem to be essential to a later ability to roar like a lion without scaring everyone to death.
By definition, poetry works with qualities and dynamics that mainstream society is reluctant to face head-on. It’s an interesting phenomenon that by necessity, poetry is just below the radar.
Poetry gives us courage and sets us straight with the world. Poems are great companions and friends.
A soul-based workplace asks things of me that I didn’t even know I had. It’s constantly telling me that I belong to something large in the world.
We’re moving toward the kind of work world which has less security. But we hope it has more creativity and possibility of real engagement.