Last night, inspired by my teacher’s challenge, I was moved to write this short poem about Anjali:
Imagine my surprise as I turned to today’s poem in my copy of ‘A Year with Rumi’ and saw the poem titled: ‘Who says words with my mouth’. It made me laugh. Here are a couple of lines from the end of the poem.
How apropos! I had written the poem after my nightly-ish meditation.
So, there it is: this quiet that is always there within us, waiting. Before or after the words. Just waiting for us to sit and wait in return. That is the marvel of the practice of returning home. Watching the breath, listening to the sounds, witnessing the thoughts, cultivating the love. Do you feel it? This beckoning of the silence from which the words spring? We just show up over and over again.
So, I return to my deep purple delight. May yours be filled with light!
That’s so beautiful and I can see you gazing across the room at Anji while write these words.
Thank you Lisa! It makes me happy to think of you reading this! Love, Shuba
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