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the silence is holyit has dimensions into eternityso quiet, a distant car honksounds like a star, located in eternitythe slight breeze in the junipermoves a shadow across the windowmy second cup of Earl Greybetokens quietude, the curling smokefrom Nag Champa strikes methis morning as Persianprobably because I was thinking yesterdayof Scheherazade’s gambleof necessity I perform Garuda mudrasitting cross-legged in bed, interlockingmy thumbs before my heart, fingers splayedoutwards as eagle wings I rise myhands slowly upwards, it isflight along the bottom edge of clouds,tell us another story, oh daughter,about the genie in the bottlewho grants us one wish
Mark Weber demonstrates Garuda mudra —- July 10, 2oo9 Flying Point Beach — snap by Janet —- Garuda is the huge savior bird of Hindu mythology who removes all evil
Hope to catch you reading! love the poem.
beautiful!
Beautiful, Mark . .
Wonderful poem Mark
Crazy man on a beach
thumbs caught by a bird.