please do this meditation to send healing all those suffering in southeast asia:
sit in easy pose. press arms at sides, elbows bent up, palms open. close eyes. repeat:Ra Ma Da Sa Sa Se So Hungimagine this healing going to all those suffering from the effects of the tsunami.
This means:
Healing: Ra Ma Da SaI […]

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Breathing together,that’s what we do,coupled with windpirouetting throughwhite birches, coupled with waterwinding throughthe pink ears of lilies,coupled with yellowyarn braiding the armsof lovers as they lose sleep.
When he said he’d forgottenhow to hunt, I knew whathe meant. When he saidhe needed to cleanse his soulof words, I understood.
Being born, not alwaysthe most supple stalk,not […]

The Yellow Parasol
after “Autumn” Rainer Maria Rilke
Oh, Lord, it is time. It was a giant merry go round skipping with bright horses. An accordian full with the melody of seabirds, shaking the blue sky of their wings down. Let us hold on to their firey manes once more. Tell the evening to […]

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Silence take my hands.Rivulets run, in ringlets and curls,down a darker road.
Lanterns must be lit, wood collected for the fire.The canvas oiled bythe linseed lips of the saint, moths catch in her crown of starsmaking her soft as morning. It’s wisethe way she watches us.
Prophecy wears his black cap,writes in ink we cannot wash […]

All morning, I pour waterout of the boat. Strings pulledtoo taunt cannot make musicthick as desire, but can beused as the silk for a web to catch necessary objects:
cups and saucers, thimbles and lanterns, the blood of fruit stains wood,creates the scene we live into.
It is for you to know I was bornout […]

I.
There are paper castles made of moon, the cut-out moon folded over water, your hands creasing paper, their shadows shifting from the shape of a starling, to the shape of a muslin scarf. We acrobat over blue, the color we have stolen from morning. Tell no one the secrets of our names.
II.
It started […]