Celebrating Yoga Del Mar – a poem by Nikyta
September 21, 2009
We shape clay into a pot. But it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. -Tao Te Ching #11
like this space / how an empty room / without furniture / No pictures hanging on the wall / bare wood floor and draped windows
How an empty room / can hold so much [Read more]
The Underground Currents of Being
September 15, 2009
Ask Me
Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made. I will listen to what you say. You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.— William Stafford
Yoga as a creative artistic expression of Being
September 7, 2009
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you. But sometimes I do
and that sight becomes this art.
–Rumi
