Wednesday 18 April 2012

OBEISANCE



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!!

7 comments:

Yvonne Osborne said...

I loved writing to this prompt too.

I like Obeisance!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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!!!!!!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely lovely words. (I agree the header photo is astounding).

Anna :o]

Andrew said...

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But 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.

Shaista said...

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.

Jinksy said...

Your own comment could be applied to your poem too...

the seeming simplicity, the inherent depths

IsAug said...

Lovely, Shaista :)))

And I also love your blog banner. So rich and full of life!

Kisses from sunny Portugal!

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