This cloth came all the way from Canada. Lynne of Ragzedge Arts sent me a strip of cotton from a painting drop cloth which she decorated with stamping and penned swirls. Thanks Lynne. Hopefully the rain will stop soon so I can walk out there without getting soaked.
I picked up this anthology of poems from the library. Roger Housden has thoughtfully selected poems around the theme of "Risking Everything." He says in the introduction that these poems can "send us tumbling out of our familiar world...down into unknown landscapes where we may find a new life we never dreamed..."
This poem by Kabir (1398-1448) sounds contemporary to me.
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms,
nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your
own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly---
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath."