Yoga Poetry – Then It’s Over

Yoga Poetry

Then It’s Over

The blue breaks through

the setting clouds, an old fire,

while the field lays down

its colors for the night.

Sky tumbles over itself

day to night, tension to calm.

What we think happened,

and what no one but the wind saw–

all lost to the first falling star.

Nothing hurts for a moment.

Those you love shine

whether still here or long gone.

A wide darkness envelopes

the world, takes your hand,

and shows you where to stop

looking and where to start.