While there is still time

This is what Jesus said to the deaf man: Ephphatha. Be opened. This is what Jesus said. This is what a painter said of love: he said,...

Admit the day’s veering toward something else, the tiny flag of your heart inverted. Admit the pause between words, wearing away at the feb...

Started writing again here ( http://whiletheworldisgoingplaces.blogspot.in ). Thanks to the giant silk cotton tr...

Tilicho Lake In this high place it is as simple as this, leave everything you know behind. Step toward the cold surface, say the old prayer...

Consider the white space between words on a page, not just the margins around them. Or the space between thoughts: instants when the mind i...

"It was only in my forties that I really began to feel young. By then I was ready for it. By this time I had lost many illusions, but ...

She told you of childhood summers, mayflies trembling beside the bridge of her nose, hunting frogs. Skinning them on a brick, the house sme...

I am not one to travel with no destination. No city or continent charms me with the vague glee of flight. Nor would I go alone, for every...

Consider the Space between Stars Consider the white space between words on a page, not just the margins around them. Or the space between t...

\ "Mindfulness practice, of whatever sort, calls us home to where we are, and helps us abide there. It helps us p...

"Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn t...

Lines To Be Put Into Latin The lightest touch if it is gently giv- en can yield as much affection as a deep embrace, soft as a glance, swif...

Passover Then you shall take some of the blood, and put it on the door posts and the lintels of the houses . . . and when I see the blood, ...

Rondeau Redoublé There is so little left. The room is bare. She’ll strip his sheets and blankets by and by — only this morning he was sleep...

Against Travel These days are best when one goes nowhere, The house a reservoir of quiet change, The creak of furniture, the window panes B...