Poems

These are some of my favorite poems. If there are poems not listed here that you find incredibly powerful or inspiring, please send them to me at carla@personalpassages.com

May the words and the images provide you the support, guidance, awareness or inspiration that you seek!

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Prelude to The Dance by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Dance by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Journey by Mary Oliver

The Guest House by Rumi

Keeping Quiet by Pablo Naruda

Too Many Names by Pablo Neruda

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Call Me By My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh

Learning To Be by Carla de Cervantes

Fear of the Inexplicable by Rainer Maria Rilke

Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Lao Tzu

Out Beyond Ideas by Rumi

Too Short by Carla de Cervantes

Interrelationship by Thich Nhat Hanh

Alone by Maya Angelou

Remind Me by Carla de Cervantes

Ask Me What I Need by Carla de Cervantes

Write It On Your Heart by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Heaven’s Here on Earth by Tracy Chapman

Gifts by Shu Ting

Intention by Carla de Cervantes

Past by Pablo Neruda

And this pretty much sums up my feelings about poetry…

POETRY by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age…Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.