Poem: With Each Pose


I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat.

Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comes to me when I am open to receive.

Wisdom and knowledge I seek
with each wave of movement, in each new but familiar pose.

Standing straight or on one leg, I reach for the sky,
and smile in the face of discomfort.

The closer I move toward balance,
the more I feel united by the spirit of my internal life.

Some days I float effortlessly with strength in my hands,
other times I lean back to stabilize and restore.

I close my eyes to the rest of the world and listen to the soothing sounds of the ocean’s breath.

 

 

Crow Tuesday: Catching a Glimpse

Multitasking and running on autopilot,

my mind gets caught between gears,

up a snowy incline, down a slick road,

bubble gum stuck to my soles.

Sometimes I lose track

of the years that just passed,

muted in life’s frantic pace,

moments that race by like speeding trains.

But when I take time to stay, to open my eyes in quiet,

I catch a glimpse of the palm trees, feel the fresh breeze

and experience the changing skies.