Synchronicity

I've been contemplating happiness. It has been so elusive lately. In winter, I thought, it will come in the summer, flower along with the garden. Now it is summer and I wonder when it will bloom.

Then, quite unexpectedly, synchronicity:

I was organizing my files and came across this collage from a swap with Lisa Vollrath. And then it happened again. My Yoga Journal newsletter came. The lead article is titled: Why Wait For Happiness.

And I ask myself: who doesn't believe in divine intervention?

Suddenly I knew that I didn't belong here!

IF-Sacrifice

Weighted Wings

If you asked me fly with you,
strap wings of feathers and wax to my back
I would say yes.

If you asked me to fly higher and higher
until the sun burnt the flesh off my bones
until my very soul was reunited with the fire
I would say yes.

If you asked me to look at the full moon
and to think of you
to see your face so like that moon
and not to cry
I would say no.

If you asked me to float forever
never drown
I would say,
It's all the same to the buddha.