Hans Børli – Dec. 6, Iyengar All Levels

My Mother’s birthday today. Baking her favorite Christmas cookies and cherishing her memory!

On Eternity's Tablets

Nothing vanishes. Everything

gets indelibly engraved

on eternity's tablets.

If but a bird flies through the sunset,

two people exchange some friendly words

at the postbox one morning, or

a track snows up slowly by the woods,

then will these very little things

be saved in the universal consciousness

as long as the days dawn in the east,

the nights let fall their mercy over Earth.

There is a memory in space,

an all-embracing cosmic memory

that cancels Time

and joins all things

in a single star-white Now.