Dec 17, 2021
1 min read
The Real Reason for Your Dancing
I never broke my valiant coffee-fast
the whole time you lived in my belly.
But I’d sometimes sneak a mug of hot
homemade chai before my late-afternoon
class in contemplative Judaism.
Who could resist the aromatic spices
wafting from Naropa’s steamy kitchen
at the snowy foothills?
