Blessings in the Mala Beads

 In It's Not About the Asana

As I sat in japa meditation this tranquil fall morning,

with each turn of the bead, I saw my life flash before me,

each bead another brilliant moment of love remembered.

One a dear friend from long ago, the next a day at the pool,

30 years ago. The face of my ishta devata, a house, a gathering

of fellow yogis…my japa was a rotation of divine consciousness of love.

Bead by bead, I wear my love like Heaven.

Coral With Turquoise Wrist

 

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