CLICK TO HEAR A POEM written while staying at the private apartment of Chogyal Namkhai Norbu in Formia, Italy, working on his book ‘The Crystal And The Way Of Light, Sutra, Tantra, And Dzogchen‘
Thank you , John, for sharing your generous heart here with us. Your poem speaks through the years, and I feel as though you wrote it for all of us, as well as for yourself. Its timeless nature is palpable. Your voice is like a velvety truth guiding us within. I'll be following along your journey. Namaste 🙏♾️✨
Gifting you a haiku that was inspired in me after reading your piece :
I found child care exhausting, continuous and the most difficult meditation of all. Being constantly aware if and responsible for a growing being. Your poem is beautiful. But my heart goes out to that young perfectionist mother who tried to do the impossible. And to the children left without their dearest most profound carer. And to the father who had it all on his shoulders. Blessed are the ‘spensierati’ for they shall live in peace.
Thank you , John, for sharing your generous heart here with us. Your poem speaks through the years, and I feel as though you wrote it for all of us, as well as for yourself. Its timeless nature is palpable. Your voice is like a velvety truth guiding us within. I'll be following along your journey. Namaste 🙏♾️✨
Gifting you a haiku that was inspired in me after reading your piece :
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Winter comes again
It is always here and now
There's no us or them
Love your haiku…!! Thanks for sharing it. And thanks, too, for your kind words about the poem I wrote all those years ago for Mala Young…!!
🙏✨♾️🕉️her name was on my lips today.
Greetings, blessings and thanks to you, John, for sharing your gifts, insights and expressions!! You and they are very much appreciated. Namaste.
Greetings & blessing to you, too, Brian. Thank you very much for your kind words.
I found child care exhausting, continuous and the most difficult meditation of all. Being constantly aware if and responsible for a growing being. Your poem is beautiful. But my heart goes out to that young perfectionist mother who tried to do the impossible. And to the children left without their dearest most profound carer. And to the father who had it all on his shoulders. Blessed are the ‘spensierati’ for they shall live in peace.
Should young mothers and fathers be meditating ?
Beautiful. Thank you.