Humble Vocals Spoken Poems

Pablo Neruda Poetry • Cat's Dream • Reading this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda • How neatly a cat sleeps, sleeps with its paws and its posture, sleeps with its wicked claws, and with its unfeeling blood, sleeps with all the rings-- a series of burnt circles--

Pablo Neruda Poetry • Your Laughter • Reading this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda • Valentine's day Poems • Love Poems for Valentine's day • A poem that will melt your heart • Most romantic poetry Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • On the Nature of Love • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore • The night is black and the forest has no end; a million people thread it in a million ways. We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where or with whom - of that we are unaware.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Free Love • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore • By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thou keepest me free.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Endless Time • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore • Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, The world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other Doesn't make any sense. The phrase "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing" is a famous line from a poem by the 13th-century Persian poet, Rumi. It suggests a space beyond moral judgments...

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Defamation • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore • Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing- is that why they call you dirty?

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Pleasure XXIV • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Peace XVIII • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Giving chapter V • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give of your possessions.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Reason and Passion XV • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion." And he answered saying: Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Marriage chapter III • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • Love chapter II • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you follow him,

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Winter • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Winter Come close to me, oh companion of my full life; Come close to me and let not Winter's touch Enter between us. Sit by me before the hearth, For fire is the only fruit of Winter.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Autumn • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Autumn Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard For the winepress, and keep the wine in old Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the Ages in eternal vessels.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Summer • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Summer Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes Are ripening the grain.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Spring • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran • Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys. Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw Inspiration high above the cool green plains.

Rumi Poetry • Two kinds of intelligence • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teacher says, collecting information from the traditional sciences as well as from the new sciences.

Rumi Poetry • The taste of morning • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • Time's knife slides from the sheath, as fish from where it swims. Being closer and closer is the desire of the body. Don't wish for union!

Rumi Poetry • The seed market • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • Can you find another market like this? Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Rumi Poetry • The breeze at dawn • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Rumi Poetry • Moving water • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Dungeon • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore • He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

Rumi Poetry • Two friends • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • A certain person came to the Friend's door and knocked. "Who's there?" "It's me." The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no place for raw meat at this table."

Rumi Poetry • This we have now • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi • This we have now is not imagination. This is not grief or joy. Not a judging state, or an elation, or sadness. Those come and go. This is the presence that doesn't.