by Orna Ross | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry |
From Tao Te Ching (The Tao). Before the universe is born something formless and perfect exists. Serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. Unnamed and unnameable. It is the Mother of the universe. For want of a better name, I call it the Tao. I...
by Orna Ross | Jun 22, 2017 | Poetry |
I come down to the sea to sit on a rock, and meditate, all thought undone, in the waves' whoosh and turn. A young man comes, sits down on another one, takes out a guitar starts to strum. Above, on the promenade the runners have begun to run. On the road, the traffic...
by Orna Ross | Jun 8, 2017 | Poetry |
I have a body but I am not my body. I am the one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but my body is not me. I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am the one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts...
by Orna Ross | Sep 28, 2017 | Poetry |
This week's inspirational poetry: The Power of Now. A poem inspired by Eckhart Tolle. I'm inspired by creativity in all corners of the world but especially in nature, most especially London parks, the woods and beaches of East Sussex and, of course, Ireland. You'll...
by Orna Ross | Jan 29, 2017 | Poetry |
I'm taking a small break from our series about mapping creative intention to bring you this film-poem about why I write. I made it using Animoto, a great tool for making book trailers, or any kind of slideshow. I'll definitely be using it again. The music is by Kimba...
by Orna Ross | Dec 22, 2016 | Poetry
After we've taken to the shops, the public houses, the clamour and glitz, we come home, step out of the swell, hole up with our howl, cradle it close, hold it still, until we can let it go out with us again, out into the cold and the frozen. Until we can let it show...