by Sherri Koehler | Feb 21, 2018 | Poetry
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your...
by Sherri Koehler | Aug 23, 2016 | Poetry
Birdwings by Jalal al-Din Rumi Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were...
by Sherri Koehler | Jul 1, 2016 | Poetry
The Seed Market by Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens? Where, for one seed get a whole wilderness? For one weak breath, a divine wind? You’ve been fearful of being...
