Mindfulness Meets Mystical Poetry – May-July
In this course we’ll be hovering at the crossover between mindfulness practice and spiritual or contemplative practice. We’ll see what the words of mystics of the past and present can teach us.
Last Echo – Poem by Navin Arora
Felt really quite excited as I headed to Samye Ling for the Mindfulness Association reunion weekend. Even the jarring potholes didn’t dampen my spirits!But I struggled…Unable to get into the practices. The inner critic was on full volume. By the Saturday morning coffee break I was ready to give up and go home. So I…
Mystical Poetry & Mindfulness • Free {Online} Taster Session
Thursday 25th March at 7pm Online FREE taster session + Q&A with Fay Adams This inspiring new 6 week course starts on Thursday 31 March (7pm -8.30pm) (UK TIME) Are you a poetry lover? In this course we’ll be hovering at the crossover between mindfulness practice and spiritual or contemplative practice. We’ll see what the…
Mystical Poetry & Mindfulness • Free {online} Taster Session
Thursday 10th March at 7pm Online FREE taster session with Q&A with Fay Adams This inspiring new 5 week course starts on Thursday 31 March (7pm -8.30pm) (UK TIME) Are you a poetry lover? In this course we’ll be hovering at the crossover between mindfulness practice and spiritual or contemplative practice. We’ll see what the…
Paradox – Danna Faulds
Fear and love seldom stand, shoulder to shoulder; Its rare to laugh and lie in the same breath. But strength and weakness, failure and success, faith and desolation – they are different ends of a single stick. To pick one up is to receive both poles – stark contrasts contribute to a knowledge of the…
Famous – Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to…
Zen Poem – Ryokan
Like the little stream Making its way Through the mossy crevices I, too, quietly Turn clear and transparent. by Ryokan, translated by John Stevens Sitting by this little babbling stream in my mind’s eye takes me back to times when I used to cycle out of Glasgow and into the countryside, stopping and sitting…
Mask – Dr Parween Pazhwak
Don’t give me consolation I’m ashamed of my tears Go without looking at me I don’t want you to find me weak Go And give me the opportunity To carve for my cheek A mask of stone To hide and seek. by Dr Parween Pazhwak (Afghanistan) I recognise this feeling of exposed vulnerability and…