Savasana

The cello does a gorgeous dance
While my eyes rest in darkness
I feel the breath as it flows in and out
And my lower back releases at last

Today's small stone

The whoosh of coffee and cream down my throat
Air coming in my nose
Watching the wind strike up a tune across the sun-filled trees
Through the smudged glass window

First small stone

New Year tree
Leaning over
Limbs toward the chalky white stones, like an ear to the
Mother of all roots
The two-toned bark, revealing some shedding
And some remains
Such strength in this dry landscape of Winter
Such grace and confidence in
This natural order

2012, You Are Welcome Here

A Sufi Triptych

I know there are many beautiful tributes to these poets online already, but you really can’t get enough ...

Kabir (translation by Sushil Rao)

hiding in this cage
of visible matter

is the invisible
lifebird

pay attention
to her

she is singing
your song

Hiding in This Cage

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/hidinginthis.htm

Rumi 

... God has created
your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive
you must try more and more
to use your wings ...

from the poem Seeking the Source

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/R/RumiMevlanaJ/SeekingSourc.htm

Hafiz
… Let's offer flowers, pour a cup of libation,
split open the skies and start anew on creation ...

from the poem A New World

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/H/Hafiz/ANewWorld.htm 

Those 32 Days Have Come and Gone

How are changes tied to our sense of time? Does it take a certain number of days or tries to integrate a new habit? What about the notion that change can be instantaneous?  Do new habits require a change in perspective? I am relearning gratitude (AWAREness) over and over . . .

Receiving a Gift of Flowers 

Giovanna degli Albizzi Receiving a Gift of Flowers from Venus

Jazz

Loose Marbles in NOLA