Poetry

Poem on The Drabble: The Final Pose

By Mark Tulin

I’m not afraid of death.

I practice it every day in my 8 a.m. yoga class, simply lying there without a care in the world, feeling nothing but eternity.

I close my eyes with the lights turned low and the sounds of life muted and blurred, knowing that eventually I will have…
— Read on thedrabble.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/the-final-pose/

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

7 comments on “Poem on The Drabble: The Final Pose

  1. “feeling nothing but eternity” That just reads as restful. Very vivid post.

  2. good one; I’ve never gone that deep into yoga; I don’t get much beyond the one where you stand on your head 🙂 love that ‘speck of time’

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