If you take a hike from the top of the mountain
and follow the spiraling mist downhill
you’ll come across an ancient watering hole
where the magical yogis appear.
They live among the tall bulbous mushrooms
that surround the clear pristine waters
Sun glistening off their ancient faces
prism light bouncing off flowers and stones.
This is the home of the magical yogis
where they can be seen doing slow vinyasa
gracefully moving bodies, hearts to the sky
bellies undulating, firing up in pranayama.
Slender acrobatic female yogis
wiry bald white-bearded yogis
doing backbends and wheels
Magical yogis as solid as the trees.
They are the ghosts of yogis past
coming out when the wistful spirit moves them
Magical, mystical Kundalini yogis
showing bystanders their cosmic elasticity
and vanishing before their eyes.
For more on another magical yogi, check out What if Jesus were a Yogi?