We Said: Shavasana Part IV

There’s a melodic moaning accompanied by soft violin.  A space opens just around my eyes.  “There is no pain in my world” we said,  “And there is no sadness in my world”.  ”There is no lonliness, nor longing, nor remorse, regret nor lack in my world”, we exclaimed. There is only perfection in my world. And then we spoke the word into Law

Pink Playdough: Shavasana Part III

There you were again in my shavasana.  I was searching for your spirit in the metaphor of pink playdough that represents the oness of all.  My heart was heavy and tears began to fall.  Then I realized that my tears were your spirit kissing my cheeks.  As I came to  namascar and the  dedication of merit, I reached my hands towards the sky and pulled your sweet love into my heart center.  Namaste, I said.

The resurrection of Mr. Potato Head

There he was!  in the closet, hiding behind a pair of  shoes. I pulled him down from the shelf and saw that he was still in his christmas regala that marked the time of the great undoing of the love he so symbolized.  He didn’t want to feel the pain.  Who can blame him??  He was a gift of that love.  But now he’s come out, says he feels safe again; and we’ll all eat juicy red cherries and wear toe rings!  Winnie’s going to be so happy!!!