Category: Yoga
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Seven attempts to settle my mind
i. my mind chews its way through each of my lessons spitting back what the animal dislikes savoring its own justifications ii. I am lost – outbursted, debris stirred-up from head to toe, carnivorous, unyielding – yet you wait for me, still iii. storm rides its pounding path overhead swallows me while the eye between…
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As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
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House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along its foundation when no one thought beyond next season or so — even now, decades long beyond imagining one cannot see their destiny — or supposed they, this would last. We wheel into thicket, clearing,…
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Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, as snow fell, a smirk edged your lips but it slipped under by the time I looked firm. I ask, are you a ghost? Yet day after long day, you hold steady, build moment after…
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Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer days. Sun falls bright upon your head, your joints ache from prayer or thought or long years of passive watch over this small yard, the squirrels that make their home in the stretches of the…
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