I once went to a nudist camp. I parked the car, took off my clothes, applied sunscreen and entered the gate…Only to discover that the camp was closed.
is it the only path
and see what
burdened by your
or could I venture
on my own,
even if it is a lonely
or if I read the wrong
the wrong people,
lost souls who don’t
bare the cross or
the star or the hammer
and sickle or the crescent
perhaps I’ll find my way,
a misguided dreamer
taking a road of less shame,
feet and hands unbound,
a journey without all those
As I walk
like a lotus
only for a second
then it fades.
I don’t want to go back to the place of my childhood. But I don’t want to forget.
No restless legs
No Jiminy Cricket chattering
in my ear to keep me awake.
Just a deep sleep
with a train of Zzzz’s
that seemed to serpentine
into the celestial night.
A pleasant, restful slumber
as if a fairy godmother had tucked me in.
As if she read my favorite story
in her soothing, sleepytime voice.
Nighty-night, my little son,
the fairy with fluttering wings said,
as she waved her magic wand
that glittered over my somnolent head.
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.