Nikki's story of the Golden Buddha made me think of the poem I read, published in the latest issue of The Yoga Journal. The magazine also suggested memorizing it, using it as a mantra of sorts, relishing in the pauses between lines. How does something become more meaningful after memorizing it? I don't know, but I know it's true.
Playfully, you hid from me
All day I looked.
Then, I discovered
I was you,
and the celebration
of That began.
-Lalla (14th cen.)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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