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!!