Category: Yoga
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The heart needs good work
All that comes to me now is the prairie, how it is empty to the casual eye, how you walk or see for miles, alone, how you wonder ever why on the absence of your fellow creatures. Will you get another dog? it asks me, or a grandmother, or husband, or son? Do they make…
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8/12
Aspen leaves flip and flash waking the glass-covered wall behind; dark when my mind pauses, bright when my mind stirs. What is genuine, true? Tell me, when you flip and flash and the wall behind you holds its light like a mountain on fire? My mind is ignored, perhaps except for this one aspen that…
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Space
how it is our first and final loss how it is always here and not here how the way I dress for work preserves it, letting the things of girlhood fall away how you forgot why you were excited to get up by the time you poured your coffee how you ambled back into the…
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7/15
blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return us round
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Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird
Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, for my unborn grandchildren (who may choose to never come forth, so unpleasant are we), indeed for my world — for all that is prized, hard fought won conceded cherished revised overturned allowed to decay…
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After a long hot afternoon in the city
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no longer sticks that way or browns, wilting crisp all the relief of life, a sometimes song, rolls in every direction awakening the lake white tips to horizon prairie, swaying sea up into sky encircling earth
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