by Maxima Kahn | May 2, 2015 | Creative Sparks
As a poet, as an artist, one of the core skills we need to develop and cultivate is a radical attentiveness to the world around us, an awakeness to our senses and the sense impressions all around us. We need to sharpen our senses to a keenness that hears, feels,... by Maxima Kahn | Apr 29, 2015 | Poems
“I can lean the flame in my heart into your life and turn all that frightens you into holy incense ash.” —Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky The poem is a prayer— tendril, wind machine, shimmer, plough— how we cling to the words, little paupers, poor... 
by Maxima Kahn | Apr 17, 2015 | Creative Sparks, Musings
(This is one of my journal musings followed by a valuable life practice added to the end. Hence, the intimate, personal style of the beginning.) Time to forgive the horrors of the past, the wounds I carry: CalArts, my parents, an unforgiving world, our sick culture.... 
by Maxima Kahn | Apr 3, 2015 | Musings
Stopping Efforting, Finding Ease I am exploring stopping without stopping, letting things move in me that have no name, watching the mind’s hunger for fear and control, tuning again and again to the body’s language, the quiet of the heart. What does it... by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
This morning dried flowers scattered on the porch. One yellow dandelion pokes through a hole in the side of a metal can – humor irony beauty reclaiming the world once again – so simply. The day is cooler but has the warm dry smell of summer. The wind an...