Rumi: All These Buds Will Blossom

Several weeks ago, a pest attacked the rose bushes in my garden. The sap-sucking bugs nearly killed the plants. These lost all their leaves and did not flower for a while. Thankfully, my Constant Gardener (Jardinero Fiel) eliminated the pest. Leaves started to bud soon after, and in the last week magenta and yellow roses … Continue reading Rumi: All These Buds Will Blossom

A Poet Speaks To Me About Love

As I sat still and silent with my beating, beating heart, the wisdom poet Mark Nepo spoke to comfort me today. In the December 3 meditation from his Book of Awakening, entitled "Hospitality," he wrote: "Often the purpose of love is for others to guide us, without expectation or interference, as far as they can … Continue reading A Poet Speaks To Me About Love

A Singing Friend for a Lost Heart

When my heart loses its way and I am without words, I seek the voices of beloved friends of my soul. It may be the prophetic voice of Khalil Gibran, the meditative one of Mark Nepo, the poetic one of Mary Oliver, the praying one of David the Psalmist, the loving one of Jesus in … Continue reading A Singing Friend for a Lost Heart

Adiós India: Hánuman y Ganesha

La Náyade de Hauz Khas quiso visitar a Sri Hánuman en su mandir (templo) de Cannaught Place, Delhi, durante nuestra última mañana en India. Recordaba cómo un mono, encarnación de Hánuman, le había intentado robar una mandarina en las inmediaciones de su estanque, Hauz Khas, un par de semanas antes. Por haber burlado y esquivado … Continue reading Adiós India: Hánuman y Ganesha

Abrir los ojos ante el Taj Mahal

Al contemplar hoy el bellísimo palacio-mausoleo de mármol de la reina Taj, recordé estos versos de Octavio Paz en Ladera Este, el poemario que escribió sobre la India, donde fue Embajador de México por muchos años: "estoy enamorado de este mundo ando a tientas en mí mismo extraviado pido entereza pido desprendimiento abrir los ojos" … Continue reading Abrir los ojos ante el Taj Mahal