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My week in a poem – Mundane and the sacred. The dance between the two. Preparing dinner, Chanting to Ganesha, Folding laundry, Reading mystical poetry, Running errands, Walking with my breath, Loading the dishwasher, Unloading the dishwasher, More laundry, Grocery shopping, Emails, Emails Emails, Output, output output. Remember to input. Here’s one for the input – Certainty by Tukaram Certainty undermines one’s power, and turns happiness into a long shot. Certainty confines. Dears, there is nothing in your life that will not change—especially your ideas of [Divinity]. Look what the insanity of righteous knowledge can do: crusade and maim thousands in wanting to convert that which is already gold into gold. Certainty can become an illness that creates hate and greed. God once said to Tuka, “Even I am ever changing— I am ever beyond Myself, what I may have once put my seal upon, may no longer be the greatest Truth.” What’s your poem this week? Shoot me an email back with it. Clara |
