Uli Day

 The new moon holds For one night long The old moon in its arms, Bertolt Brecht

 On a foggy new year's morning, a cup of fragrant tea, and thee and me.

 I saw the lawn was starred with white clover and golden oxalis blossoms as I was carrying in the groceries on this steamy day.  The birds h...

  The world is holy.  We are holy. All life is holy.  Daily prayers are delivered on  the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings  o...

 The path = is the goal.

  As long as there is ego, there will be irony. As long as there is irony, there are possibilities for humor. Ego-clinging is serious busi...

The whole journey of renunciation, or starting to say yes to life, is first of all realizing that you’ve come up again...

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each other's eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about u...

Breathing in, I see myself as a flower. I am the freshness of a dewdrop. Breathing out, my eyes have become flowers. Please look at me...

    I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had...

  I hope you wake with a gasp, a thousand flutters in your heart Not from the whirlpool of worry. Not from a bad dream. Not from a deadline ...

  “Drink water from the spring where horses drink. The horse will never drink bad water. Lay your bed where the cat sleeps. Eat the fruit ...

 

 

I write a poem about you every year because it’s impossible to overlook you the way you flounce onto the scene with so much unrestrain...

  In the name of the daybreak and the eyelids of morning and the wayfaring moon and the night when it departs, I swear I will not dish...

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an u...