Poetry | James Woodward

Everywhere Orchids

everywhere, orchids I think there's a trickster who wanders the mountains, with a belt made of ivy and a cloak of wisteria, lips always smiling

Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression Swami Sivananda

Now that death seems not so far away, I whisper to myself how much I want to hold the knowledge in my heart and hear that life itself can be en

So, how long does a man live, finally? And how much does he live while he lives? We fret, and ask so many questions – Then when it comes to us

The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean – The one who had

What was said to the Rose what was said to the rose that made it burst into flower was said to me, too; and it was said to my heart Rumi