I get home from a day of teaching school and my Bikram Yoga class. I spend a little time catching up with family. I pour myself a glass of red wine (a nice petite Syrah) and reach for a book on my bookshelf. My hand chooses a gem of a book which contains a lovely collection of verses. I hope you enjoy these for your evening reading as much as I did….

Singing Image Of Fire

A hand moves, and the fire’s whirling takes different shapes:
All things change when we do.
The first word, “Ah,” blossoms into all others.
Each of them is true.

~ Kukai (774-835)

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If you look for the truth outside yourself,
it gets farther and farther away.
Today, walking alone,
I meet him everywhere I step.
He is the same as me,
yet I am not him.
Only if you understand it in this way
will you merge with the way things are.

~ Tung-Shan (807-869)

From The Enlightened Heart An Anthology of Sacred Poetry

Edited by Stephen Mitchell

A blessed and sacred evening to all,

Debra

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