Heartwork with Dale Biron–Poems For Heart and Soul

Hummingbirds never do this. They don’t land on trails and simply sit there. But that’s only half the story. The other half is about poetry’s fierce way of confronting whatever life presents—joy, happiness, awe, loss, and grief. Yes, loss and grief in particular. This video is about My Movie

The political slogan “other people’s money” has persisted because it taps into our innate sense of fairness. However, it falters when it assumes that wealth is created independently of the society that facilitates, produces, and protects it. Of course, prosperity is individually earned, but it is also collectively enabled. Moreover, we haven’t even touched on how wealth concentration tends to “rig...

I am aware of no other poet who has delved into the profound depths of human emotions with such remarkable skill as Rainer Maria Rilke.

Nine Proven Ways To Be More Human 1. Practice loving kindness, first as an inside job. 2. Cherish and serve your sentient Mother Earth. 3. Feel life as deeply and fully as you can. 4. Walk straight. Don’t wobble. One thing at a time. 5. Let your art come from and teach you silence.  6. Believe, not in your own press clippings.  7. Grow organic tomatoes, and share them.  8. Always remember, awarene...

There is compelling research that supports this notion. This week’s episode features an exceptionally talented poet who elucidates just one of the numerous ways individuals are captivated by poetry…

How Are You?   Every time you ask a stranger,  this: How are you? And a smile  comes galloping back your way. And in that moment, of only seconds really, where two people have passed on a path or a sidewalk?  Their answer: Fine, how are you? Just know that you are not tearing  or ripping at the fabric of us all. But that you are gently repairing, weaving, healing ever so slightly,  small patches i...

What part of yourself do you treat like a stranger? Here is a poem for you that might help. I mean help you welcome that part back...

What’s the heart’s intelligence and how does it work on those locked places inside you? Not sentimentality or impulsiveness. But the mysterious human capacity to: intuit, risk, feel, trust, and remain open, even after disappointment. By the way, all things AI cannot do. Picture credit for lock and key: karthick Narain

I believe there is a thing in all of us that "dreams of trees," as Mary Oliver so wonderfully describes in this week's poem. A part of us that yearns for some peace and quiet. And yet, the world, both outside us and inside, rarely cooperates. And especially not these days.

Being wrong while also being certain is an unskilled combination. Most of us know people who exhibit this tendency. A pertinent question arises: can humility be cultivated, learned, privileged, and culturally supported? I do hope the answer is yes? Are you with me? Humility Some people, we would love it, if they had a little more.  Maybe even the false kind, would be better than none, Humility, it...

Of course, it’s all in the news for good reason. Time to hear from Mother Earth about what AI expert Tristan Harris describes as AI's infinite curve of possibility, juxtaposed right up against its infinite curve of risk...

"There is an intelligence deep down  below the surface called stories, but if told wrong, they can kill you..."

Did the renowned poet Rilke realize by the time he passed away in 1926 that one of his famous poems would be recited a century later and would serve as a catalyst for a significant change in your life?

Reclaiming our sanity with humor...

There need not be an exact fit here, with this self-guided poetry test. A partial one will do. The main thing I look for, is what I call poetry’s small but persistent tug. Do you feel such a thing? It can come with joy and celebration or equally with pain and grief. Either way, if poems find their way to you, even a few times a month or year or decade, you might be some kind of poetry person, one...

Imagine transforming into a wolf for a year, not forever. Your life would become exhilarating yet perilous. Would you endure? And if you did, how might this transformative experience alter you? Before you answer, contemplate its potential impact on your standing within the pack. Also, remember that your howling communication could travel up to ten miles in open spaces. Go ahead, we're listeni...

Not every human need is served by markets and market efficiency. Take love for example...

How do you honor the passing of a dear friend, a friend of many years? If you’re a lover of poetry, you’ll likely find a poem that captures the moment. Alternatively, you can write one with great humility, gratitude, and love.

Maybe we ought not fight our overwhelm. At least not so hard. Perhaps it is better to flow with it, ride it, simply let it be. This week’s poem says let your overwhelm compost and transform you. It says permission granted to be overwhelmed any time needed.

No not truth with a capital "T" which words can never capture. Rather words that point toward the truth and help us find it more easily. Words that can help us see illusion and then tiptoe around it with a little more ease.

Bad Bunny was right about the power of love over hate. But how do we bring that wisdom into our own daily lives? How can we do our own heart work, bringing more empathy, vulnerability, intuition, and deep connection into our lives? How can we fully tap into all the gifts of our logical, linear strategic minds, without shortchanging our hearts? So many of the world's challenges are the result...

What Is True Is Already So  So Might As Well Speak It My heart is a small quivering hand, planting seeds in the dead of winter.  My days are an old dog, prone to wagging,  then quietly laying down to escape in sleep.  My hope is a tall hill of hurt, a train  run off its tracks. A scared squirrel  staring back thru a January window.  Consider how music redeems everything.  How its inner light excit...

How I Feel About Politics  in America These Days… OK, I’ll tell you how I feel. I feel as frustrated as Sisyphus carrying that boulder. I feel a fear trembling, on a crowded tongue of silence.  I feel rusty chains rattling in a pitch black basement. Who knows what else is lurking down there? Still, I make no proselytizing statements or political claims, so I feel like a tender seed planted in froz...

It’s 2026, and a friend asks how you’re doing with politics these days. You just shake your head, thinking, “Well, maybe, as the poet Wendell Berry said, ‘The mind that is not baffled is not employed.’ Especially these days.” 

Obscurity is not freedom. Freedom is also no being a slave to attention or fashion. Mostly, freedom is freedom... Laboring In Obscurity   In some circles, this is considered real freedom or better than freedom— whatever that is? No clicking cameras, no paparazzi, no emails crushing your crowded inbox asking about the next time you’ll be in New York or London? I declare that poetry is in no danger...