Her face always existed,
the poetry came later;
When the leaf finally fell,
his heart bounded to catch her.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2012
Red Roofs by Marc Chagall, courtesy magpie tales
I love the stories flung into Marc Chagall's paintings - always something new and fascinating to discover. There are love stories here, odes and supplications, but arcing over everything, a tree, a forest. Which is how I niftily weave in the fact that, on retreat, I took my five mindfulness trainings, and, in the tradition of Thich Nhat Hanh's lineage, was bestowed with the name Radiant Forest of the Heart :) I think it is a good name... forests are lovely, dark and fathomless, lit inside by wild, magical creatures - I can work well with such a name! Pure Ocean Heart or Perfect Serenity might have been slightly harder to live up to!!
I loved writing to this prompt too.
ReplyDeleteI like Obeisance!
I so love your beautiful poem. And, even more, the perfection of your bestowed name,Radiant Forest of the Heart - as you are radiant, Shaista, your spirit always aglow. Thay sees clearly. Lovely! Your header photo is ASTOUNDING!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely words. (I agree the header photo is astounding).
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
ReplyDeleteBut I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
New Hampshire
1923
I don't know why, but this is for you.
Andrew.
Andrew, thankyou - that is one of my all time favourite poems, oft repeated lines. I never get tired of the repetition, the seeming simplicity, the inherent depths.
ReplyDeleteYour own comment could be applied to your poem too...
ReplyDeletethe seeming simplicity, the inherent depths ♥
Lovely, Shaista :)))
ReplyDeleteAnd I also love your blog banner. So rich and full of life!
Kisses from sunny Portugal!