Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside? [Read more...]
Celebrating Yoga Del Mar – a poem by Nikyta
September 21, 2009 By
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...]