Early Morning in My Sanctuary (प्रातः मम अभयारण्ये)

सिदर्-वृक्षाणां समीपः उपविशामि
Near cedar trees I sit.

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मम पुरतः सुन्दर-अल्दर्-वृक्षान् पश्यामि
I see beautiful alder trees in front of me.

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मम उपरि सर्वतः च सिदर्-शाखाः सन्ति
Cedar branches are above and around me.

 

चटकाः आलापम् एक-काकः च काकशब्दं कुर्वन्ति
The birds are singing and a crow is crowing.

“हे काक त्वं शृणोमि” इति वदामि
“Crow I hear you.” I say.

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 प्रातः मम अभयारण्ये
Early morning in my sanctuary.

सर्वं कुशलं अस्ति
All is well.

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A Scene from Three Vantage points

A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry.

From the vantage point of the old woman:

As soon as I finish my breakfast, I gather the equipment I need for my current knitting project and head for the park. As I walk, the sun is shining and its warmth feels like a much beloved cloak against my skin. Once I reach the park, I sit down on a bench that gives me a panoramic view of the park.

I pull my knitting needles, my red yarn, and the parts of the sweater I have already completed from my bag. The sweater is for my great-grandson and I plan to have it finished in time for his five-year-old birthday party next week. Before I begin working on the sweater, I take some time to watch the children playing in the playground. A young boy notices me looking at him and walks up to me, his mother keeping an eye in the distance. “What are you doing lady?” “I’m making a sweater for my great-grandson,” I respond. “I have a red sweater too! It’s my favorite. Bye….” he says as he runs back to the playground. I begin knitting and soon am immersed in the pleasure of the clicking needles, the feel of the yarn and most important, the magic that occurs when a piece of straight yarn turns into a soon-to-be treasured sweater. Continue reading “A Scene from Three Vantage points”