Millions of Suns

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,

You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor
       feed on the spectres in books,

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,

You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.


                ~ From Song of Myself by Walt Whitman

PonyOneDog: Blog Bookmarks

Jung Connections

•  A Form of Self-Education 
•  The Diamond Net 
•  Jungian Typology Theory: Michael Pierce 
•  Pacifica Lectures  
• This Jungian Life

Parts of My Poems 

• End of August: At the Swimming Pool 
• Night Light: Half Awake 
• Figure: Persephone 
• Endless Summer: The Carnival by the Sea 
• Shadows: The Unconscious 
• Poet: In the Beginning

The Music of the Aztecs 

• Poetry Experiment 
• A World of Pictures The Magic Theatre

Inspiring Artists 

• Hermann Hesse 
• Ferdinand Hodler

Quintessential Listening 

• Poetry Online Radio
• Public Conversations: Uses of Poetry