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Celebrating a certain kind of shyness

When was the last time you thought about the mystical implications of lace?

When was the last time you thought about the mystical implications of lace?

Shyness? What, in this age, when we’re all so connected?

Shyness, Blog-Buddies, in the society where you live?

Sure, it still happens. And when that shyness concerns one’s relationship with Spiritual Source, it’s especially beautiful.

Shyness is one of the innumerable lovely ways to be in that relationship.

This morning I responded to gorgeous Comment 13 by AMANDA at a post dedicated to her, Ananda for AMANDA, newest member of our Enlightenment Life List. A few little comments splashed onto my computer screen.

Afterwards, somehow I found my self going back and forth between the kitchen and my office. Having some bites of breakfast. Then “Gotta, gotta” go upstairs to the pink office to pop in a comment. Back down the stairs, smiling, for more food.

In your honor, AMANDA, and in honor of all of us who have experienced at least a bit of shyness….

A poem about That relationship

I wrote and read “Lace” to Maharishi Mahesh Yogi back in 1971. This was during my Teacher Training Course for the Transcendental Meditation program, held in Mallorca, Spain. Haven’t thought of this particular poem in years.

Well, here it goes. And then I am definitely finishing my breakfast.


Hold me all in softness. Let Your breath be close to me,

Oh, folder of rose petals.

When will I be beauty-filled

with the thrill of Your delicacy?

Let me

so I may

unbind the cloth that now covers my eyes.

Confused I cower,


to look upon Your face that looks at me.

How You, who have crocheted me as a lace,

must laugh to watch the untangling of this knot.

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  1. 1
    David B says:

    Lovely, Rose. Thanks for sharing.

    I was just commenting to a friend how that circumstance changed so much in just a few short years. By the mid-70’s, Maharishi was so busy he barely dropped in at the end to make them teachers. Being able to read poems and ask questions largely ended.

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    Amanda says:

    Oh, how beautiful. So often poems come from so deep down and show an understanding that can resonate through everything that follows.

    To the glorious intricacy that is Rose, thank you!


  3. 3
    Kira says:

    I love it!

  4. 4
    Cathy says:

    Lovely and heart-felt.

  5. 5
    Brooke says:

    Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.

    My father trained under Maharishi in the late 60s/early 70s in the Alps somewhere. It sounds like it was quite an awesome experience. He talks about it frequently. I actually have a picture of my dad with Maharishi. Love it! 🙂

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