Blessings in the Mala Beads
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.