In Remembering

I keep forgetting


the natural order of things...


the ebb and flow of the tide
the in and out of the breath
the waxing and waning of the moon


In remembering, my shoulders drop.

The Doorway

Breath is the doorway in ~ 


from A Year of Living Your Yoga by Judith Hanson-Lasater

The Tiniest House

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you look for me, you will see me instantly -
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.


- Kabir

The Coming Of Light

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.


- Mark Strand