home star

perhaps this is the house 
in which i lived when neither i, 
nor earth, existed..
when everything 
was moon,
or stone, 
or shadow..
                ~ neruda

valley..
shock of mountains majesty
as the snow is not..
heat of the GNW?
re-entering
a wing.. 
freshness of the wood floor..
simple elegance of the space..
sound of bells ringing the wind..

palms folded in gratitude to the yoginis
holding the shala open and moveable..
those who took the stairs to meet their mats..
we are a blessed bunch to hang together
and practice what is rare to practice..

don't wander,  don't wander.. extend mindfulness!