Falling Into Place: Poetry

Poetry!? Please!

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 05 Aug 2025 12:44:14 GMT

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I don’t have time to write poetry. 
Life is too full. Too much friction. 
Too many tasks left to be done. 
It's such a silly addiction.

This is ridiculous. It really is. 
I have better things to do with my time. 
After all, I’m an important person. 
Why bother thinking up words that rhyme?

I have bills to pay, investments to make. 
Money’s what matter…

Birth Beyond the Loop

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 29 Jul 2025 12:45:34 GMT

After a long pause from writing poetry and essays, I found myself returning to one of my oldest passions: reading — not only to reflect and learn from new works, but also to ground myself in texts that have shaped me over the years…

Henri Bergson and Carlo Rovelli’s perspectives on time, Hofstadter’s strange loop, Thomas Nagel’s musings, the lyrical ins…

Free, You Say?

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 10 Jun 2025 12:45:30 GMT

This poem began as a meditation on language. I was thinking about the wonder of words, as well as their limitations.

So much of our experience is shaped by language. Words help us make sense of what we feel, see, and believe. They point us toward connection, understanding, even beauty. But they’re also just… symbols. Approximations. Fragile bridges stret…

Torment

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 03 Jun 2025 12:31:09 GMT

There are those rare, uninvited moments when the fog lifts and we see something clearly. At first, we might imagine it as a gift, but clarity doesn’t always set you free — sometimes it shows you the walls of confinement that you built for yourself.

The blessing and curse of seeing the path ahead is that it can sometimes be accompanied by the weight of …

The Dance Remembered

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 27 May 2025 12:22:20 GMT

This one is for the most amazing human I have had the privilege to spend more than half of my life with. Happy anniversary (a week belated).

You help me see reality not as a disconnected isolation of things and events, but as a field interwoven in dance.

Remembering one particular dance from nineteen years ago, the world melted and time blurred. On that…

What I Once Agreed To

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 20 May 2025 12:21:22 GMT

This poem came in the early morning, just before light.

The night before, I had been thinking about curiosity as an antidote to boredom. About how quickly judgment closes the door on possibility, how presence, especially in stillness, asks us to pause – to meet the moment before reacting to it.

That night I dreamt I was living another life. I was alone. L…

The Hollow

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 13 May 2025 12:05:14 GMT

Redwood Grove, Mill Valley, CA (not the original hollow)

The Hollow

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I carried it for years.
A small light,
curled in the hollow
just beneath my chest.

I thought it was mine.
I protected it.
Wrapped it in reason,
in rules,
in the story of who I was.

Seasons passed.
The shell thickened.
The light dimmed.

One morning,
I found a sparrow had made a nest
in …

Only This

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 06 May 2025 12:05:20 GMT

Light Through Bay Tree, San Geronimo, CA

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No edge. No wound. No need to begin.
Only this weightless belonging, vast without question.
Unfolding, breathing into being, like light drawn gently
through the leaves at dawn.
Everything is here, uncounted, unmeasured.
Everywhere is only this. Everywhen, stillness.
There is no absence to define. No reaching. No n…

The Ancient Teachers

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 29 Apr 2025 12:30:36 GMT

Forest Trail, Mill Valley, CA

The Ancient Teachers

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I walk the mountain paths, searching for something lost –
Not a thing I can name, but something once felt.
The shape of it hovers at the edge of thought,
just beyond the reach of remembering.

I wonder what I might become, who I will be, what I will do –
a part of me waits for a calling in order to be cal…

A Poem on Connection Found In Transition

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 22 Apr 2025 12:31:45 GMT

Lately, I’ve been sensing something —
in others, in the world, and in myself.

At first it felt personal. But maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s part of a larger turning we’re only just beginning to notice.

This poem is a gesture toward that feeling.

A deeper dive on this topic is coming later this Friday (stay tuned).

Still Ocean Water, Fiji (murmuration imagined)

Per…

Sneaking Suspicion

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 15 Apr 2025 12:05:47 GMT

While recently on vacation with my wondrous wife and three children in Fiji, I found myself immersed in paradise: warm air, glimmering sea, the laughter of kids playing in the water.

And yet, I was reading. Drawn in, as I so often am, by the written word. Thoughts on philosophy, spirituality, the nature of self. Words from those who’ve spent their lives…

The Ebb of Knowing

Glenn DeVore — Tue, 08 Apr 2025 13:45:43 GMT

This poem began, as all deeply reflective poetry does… in the shower.

The opening line came to me, unprompted, and something in it asked to be written. I had been thinking about that seductive pull toward wanting to know what’s next in life. How easy it is to crave the clarity of a plan, the comfort of a label, the satisfying checkmark of a completed go…

A Jewel Upon the Shore

Glenn DeVore — Thu, 03 Apr 2025 13:21:39 GMT

Waipouli Beach, Kauai

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There are days to hold yourself together.
But not today. Perhaps, not ever.
The wind does not hold itself still to be strong,
And neither must you. Space to breathe is not wrong.

Today is for meandering, an idle walk among the trees.
"You were never meant to be unyielding," whispers in the breeze.
The branches bend but do not break…

A Poem on Stillness and the Contrast It Reveals

Glenn DeVore — Fri, 21 Mar 2025 13:00:53 GMT

I wrote this poem in the quiet echo of stillness, shaped by the insights that surfaced after a recent Vipassanā retreat. It was a time of deep silence where the presence and power of stillness became unmistakable.

It is inspired by the way , in Consolations, reveals the hidden depths of everyday words. I sought to explore “stillness” in a similar way. N…

We Will Meet You There

Glenn DeVore — Mon, 17 Mar 2025 12:55:46 GMT

Some people move quietly through life, leaving only the softest of footprints. My uncle was NOT one of those people. He lived loudly, fiercely, unapologetically. His presence filled every room, every space, every heart around him.

He was an artist, not just in the way he worked with wood, paint, and earth, but in the way he shaped the world with his lau…

Gather

Glenn DeVore — Wed, 12 Mar 2025 12:24:58 GMT

Redwoods in Mill Valley, CA

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Not every moment must be met.
Some calls are meant to fade unanswered.
You are allowed to breathe.
To let the world turn without your hand upon the wheel. 

Find what soothes you.
A quiet morning. The warmth of sunlit stone.
Laughter that lingers, a hum in the bones.
Gather these things, and gather them well. 

Remember that s…

Forgetting, Remembering, and Belonging

Glenn DeVore — Sat, 08 Mar 2025 14:03:25 GMT

It happens so easily.

A single irritation.

One small frustration.

And before we know it…

…a single trigger has snowballed.

Anger. Resentment. Even full-blown rage.

One thing sets it off, and suddenly we find ourselves seduced by that sweet feeling of righteous certainty, the need for “justice.”

Sometimes, we even feel obligated to share it — to make sure th…