For Shaista

[Shaista is my amazing friend at Lupus In Flight  (http://shaistatayabali.blogspot.com/)  The above is her self-portrait as found on her site. I totally stole it. She responded to my Talmud Angel poem by saying sometimes she writes about her daily reality, but she would rather be a Talmud angel all the time. I replied that I love it when she writes about the real stuff, then we know when to send her our whispers of encouragement. I find her a Talmud angel at all times, anyway. She has a most radiant and inspirational spirit. This one is for you, Shaista!]

Sometimes
we are the Talmud angel
and sometimes
we are the blade of grass,
needing the whispers
of others.

Sometimes
we are heavy-laden,
and sometimes
we're heaped
and running over
with gifts to bestow
upon others.

Sometimes
we are our own True North,
and sometimes we need
a little help to find our way.

The earth, our lives,
our cosmic journeys ~
all are circles.
We step in
and step out again
at varying turns
of the karmic wheel.

Sometimes,
we are our bodies,
our etheric bodies
connecting us
to higher realms,
of which we are
not always aware.
The veils part;
and we catch
hidden glimpses.

On our journeys,
we somehow
find each other.
I will be your Talmud angel
when you need one.
And,  times when you
may feel alone,

Just Breathe,
Breathe
upon your own blade of grass
and urge it:
"Grow!"