Poetry is a string of words that parades without a permit. Linda Hogan More Quotes by Linda Hogan More Quotes From Linda Hogan Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. Linda Hogan nature spiritual love Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing. Linda Hogan encouraging pain inspirational Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. Linda Hogan ocean dark winter There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. Linda Hogan garden nature patience There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless. Linda Hogan journey air dream A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf. Linda Hogan listening-ear silence years tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed. Linda Hogan ocean sea giving We make art out of our loss. Linda Hogan loss art Once a century, all of a certain kind of bamboo flower on the same day. Whether they are in Malaysia or in a greenhouse in Minnesota makes no difference, nor does the age or size of the plant. They flower. Some current of an inner language passes between them, through space and separation, in ways we cannot explain in our language. They are all, somehow, one plant, each with a share of communal knowledge. Linda Hogan differences space flower And there is also the paradox that the dominating culture imbues the Indian past with great meaning and significance; it is valued more because it is seen as part of the past. And it is the romantic past, not the present, that holds meaning and spiritual significance for so many members of the dominating culture. It has seemed so strange to me that the larger culture, with its own absence of spirit and lack of attachment for the land, respects these very things about Indian traditions, without adopting those respected ways themselves. Linda Hogan attachment spiritual past It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle. Linda Hogan struggle desire giving Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart. Linda Hogan torn-apart law together The crocodile doesn't harm the bird that cleans his teeth for him. He eats the others but not that one. Linda Hogan teeth harm bird Sometimes there is a wellspring or river of something beautiful and possible in the tenderest sense that comes to and from the most broken of children, and I was one of these, and whatever is was, I can't name, I can only thank. Perhaps it is the water of life that saves us, after all. Linda Hogan water-of-life beautiful children Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers. Linda Hogan mystery half answers A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid. In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the animals sung into existence. Linda Hogan stories song animal Let's kneel down through all the worlds of the body like lovers. I know I am a tree and full of life and I know you, you are the flying one and will leave. But can't we swallow the sweetness and can't you sing in my arms and sleep in the human light of the sun and moon I have been drinking alone. Linda Hogan moon drinking sleep It has seemed so strange to me that the larger culture, with its own absence of spirit and lack of attachment for the land, respects these very things about Indian traditions, without adopting those respected ways themselves. Linda Hogan attachment land justice Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle. Linda Hogan historical important struggle There is a geography of the human spirit, common to all peoples. Linda Hogan geography spirit common
