Goodreads is killing me. I have written this review three times now. Usually when I minimize the app it still saves it, but not on this book, for some reason. So now as I go back and forth, collecting phrases to share here, I will save my progress since I don’t have a note app saved on my iPad and clearly that’s too much trouble to find and download now 🙄
I skimmed this book. I wasn’t aware it was a self help book, and as scatterbrained and convoluted my path may seem to others, I’m pretty solid in the mental self-being category. So I didn’t rate it, but from the few passages I read after the poems selected, this author isn’t self aware, he’s repetitive and pretentious.
Some of the poems spoke to me. I was surprised I hadn’t run up on them before.
From Mary Oliver: “Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
From Self Portrait by David Whyte
I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.
The Layers by Stanley Kunitz
In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: “Live in the layers, not on the litter.” Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.
~ Mr. Kunitz was 98 when this book was published, and still writing. He was twice Poet Laureate. His first wife, that he loved greatly, suddenly disappeared and he never heard from again. Before writing this poem his lost his mother, two sisters, and several of his closest friends. He dreamed the two lines about living life in the layers not the litter from a speaking cloud. He woke up immediately, scribbled the lines, and the rest of the poem was written around them. I LOVED that.
The poem So Much Happiness by Naomi Shihab ante struck a chord as well. She writes: “It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness, With sadness there is something to rub against…When the world falls around you, you have pieces to pick up… But happiness floats, it doesn’t need you to hold it down, it doesn’t need anything
~Having all of our everyday ducks in a row—a satisfying job, a good relationship, a good income—is, for most of us, a rare enough experience that, when it happens, we could be forgiven for feeling that we have everything we could ever hope for. But as good as everyday contentment can be— {summarizing here so I don’t have to save this again} it can all be taken away in an instant because we are dependent on outside forces. {and boy did I ever learn that}
“Thank You, My Fate” by Anna Swir
I make love with my dear/ as if I made love dying/ as if I made love praying, tears pour
And the last, a bonus poem, a haiku by Chinese poet Do Hyun Choe:
Silence is what creates love. Movement creates life.
To be still
And still moving-
That is everything