December 9th, 2009

Alan - pansy -

Evening -

It has been one of those special days of synchronicity and flow. I came upon some middle school children, about fifty of them, standing in rows, led in singing by an enthusiastic teacher-conductor. It brought tears to my eyes as I listened to songs of Hanukkah and Christmas carols. Children singing is such a blessing. It has been cold, very cold, and brisk. I find myself moving quickly and easily along, savoring these winter days. There are birds everywhere, feasting fully between storms.


The Body a Tree

by Hafiz - (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)


The body a tree.
God a wind.

When He moves me like this,
like this,

Angels bump heads with each other
Gathering beneath my cheeks,
Holding their wine
Barrels

Catching the brilliant tear,
Pearl

Rain.