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My Saris Are in India
Seeing photos of my saris (which are now journeying with a friend in South India) brings memories of scents–incense and dust, burning ghee, dung and jasmine blossoms, and the feel of hot stones underneath my bare feet. There it is (evidently newly pressed) among the nagas–serpents, tendrils of myth and memory arising desires from our deepest [un]consciousness. Perhaps I will dream of such tonight.
Red rose and bindweed.
I’ve been walking past this rose for years. It is on the most direct route to the office. This is the first year the bindweed has taken over the rose. I imagine that there could be any number of reasons why this would be allowed or could have happened.
Om Dum Durgaye Namaha
Fierce AND serene.
Say Their Names
As if–like chanting–you are saying the names of the divine. For if there is anything such as divinity, it is the spark in each and every one.
On Looking at Clouds
One reason to look up is to avoid the troubled response to a view of highway and homeless shelter. The other is because I am captivated by the never ending exquisite beauty of sky and how much I can learn about my environment from the sky if I pay steady and open attention to it.
Sometimes I practice because I want to move my attention away from something unpleasant. More often it is because to practice is an abiding joy.
Magnolias Just Opening
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.