Tuesday evening I carpooled with friends up to the wooded hillside where Marc lives. The cold, quiet woods were damp with recent rains—a perfect setting for the warmth we would feel inside his home. We shared twenty minutes of meditation, food, fellowship, wisdom and beauty—expressed in poetry and homespun song.
In the next few days here at Mindful Heart, I hope to share with this wider audience a little of the magic we felt that evening.
I recited this poem by Hafiz:
the small man
builds cages for everyone
while the sage
who has to duck his head
when the moon is low
keeps dropping keys all night long
—hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky
More information about this great Sufi poet can be found here.