Great and inspiring poems and texts

[Ria Baeck]

The ARTS of being present, of working with mates, of inviting, of harvesting, of sensing the river below the river...

is sometimes best described in poems...

Please share what you find useful in your practice of hosting and harvesting!

[Amanda Fenton]

Shared from Chris Corrigan via the AoH list:

There are tons of books, but this site has the classics…

http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html

[Amanda Fenton]

Shared via Twitter from Bonnie Koenig: 

If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, 
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breath a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - 
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

[Amanda Fenton]

Shared via Twitter by Kara Pecknold

I Go Among Things and Sit Still by Wendell Berry

 

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

[Amanda Fenton]

And other online resource: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/browse/

[Wayfarer doug cohen]

This, hours before a next phase Hosting coming out party, event in the SW Bio-Region is TFA - Totally Freakin' Amazing...
Thanks CC & entire community...In Alliance for the Cause(s) - wayfarer

[Petre Damoc]

The original site seams dead (March 2015):

Here is the last Internet Archive of the site. 

Amanda Fenton said:

Shared from Chris Corrigan via the AoH list:

There are tons of books, but this site has the classics…

http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html

[Petre Damoc]

"Given To" 

by Ruth Bebermeyer

I never feel more given to

than when you take from me –

when you understand the joy I feel

      giving to you.

And you know my giving isn’t done

      to put you in my debt,

but because I want to live the love

      I feel for you.

To receive with grace

may be the greatest giving.

There’s no way I can separate

      the two.

When you give to me,

I give you my receiving.

When you take from me, I feel so

      given to.