Marty Graham 11 a.m., Feb. 19
- Kalpna Singh-Chtinis
Four poems by Kalpna Singh-Chtinis
“A Pale Monday Morning I and II” and “Jungle I and IV”
A Pale Monday Morning - I
- I went to sleep late last night,
- and woke up early this morning.
- A very kind note to a friend
- wasn’t kind enough!
- I woke up feeling sad and knowing
- that sometimes we unknowingly
- touch the hearts of others,
- only to create ripples.
- ripples aren’t bad,
- yet, it’s okay to feel sad,
- only to understand the heart of a pond,
- filled with sadness.
A Pale Monday Morning - II
- The Christmas sun is not warm enough,
- and there is no fireplace in my house.
- I stand alone in my patio,
- hoping for some sun flakes at noon,
- knitting a warm winter hug
- with my tangled breath,
- for a recipient unknown!
Jungle - I
- The jungle greets century a new year,
- centuries greet millenniums;
- millenniums greet eternity,
- and eternity greets the sacredness in us.
- Let’s rise in gratitude,
- and blossom like wild flowers;
- open to the core,
- and perfume the jungle!
Jungle - IV
- Every birth in the jungle is a celebration,
- there is no death in the jungle ever to be ever mourned.
- The jungle breathes life in all deceased,
- in the jungle everyone resurrects,
- every tear is counted,
- and becomes an offering to the river of eternity!