Yellow Bowlby Rachel Contreni Flynn If light pours like water into the kitchen where I sway with my tired children, if the rug beneath us is woven with tough flowers, and the yellow bowl on the table rests with the sweet heft of fruit, the sun-warmed plums, if my body curves over the babies, and if I am singing, then loneliness has lost its shape, and this quiet is only quiet.



Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing:By Kabir(15th Century)English version by Robert Bly
Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing:all earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway between these two trees,and it never winds down.Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million, also the wheeling sun and moon;ages go by, and it goes on.Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire,and the secret one slowly growing a body.Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.