Over the last few months I've neglected these readings. Inspiration would often arise when preparing for Qigong classes at Cowdray Hall. I would arrive early, set up our practice space, walk across to the cafe for my coffee and then scan the library bookshelves. A book and page would usually choose me.
Now I must create alternative opportunities for inspiration. One of my Christmas presents was a beautiful book of poems by the Persian poet Hafiz. These take the form of daily contemplations. Here's one that made me smile:
The small man builds cages for everyone he knows,
while the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners.
* Translated, transliterated, interpreted by Daniel Ladinsky