Yoga Poetry
Yoga Poetry You Rise Up To Meet the Falling World Whatever you lift to the sky, the sky covers: middle-of-the-night exaggerations dissolve to slivers of sadness on your pillow, middle-of-life jolts...
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Finding the Moon Did you stop now that you found the moon almost full, floating west across a small clearing between the clouds? Did you still yourself in the lawn chair on the deck, and give up...
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Yoga Poetry – You Rise Up to Meet the Falling World
Yoga Poetry You Rise Up to Meet the Falling World Whatever you lift to the sky, the sky covers: middle-of-the-night exaggerations dissolve to slivers of sadness on your pillow, middle-of-life jolts...
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Yoga Poetry – The Bridge
Yoga Poetry – The Bridge White Bridge - John H. Twachtman The bridge is made of weather. The bridge is made of time. Translucent, the color of water, it spans the world in sharp relief to lushness of...
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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...
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Yoga Poetry – What the Sky is Made Of
Yoga Poetry – What the Sky Is Made Of The sky is made of soft rain and hard light, the old yearning to be held, the ancient fear of not having enough, and the fountain of wind that says, Something’s...
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Yoga Poetry – Body of Time
Yoga Poetry – Body of Time What did you expect?, the knee asks. Just the way of the world, says the elbow. The wrinkles of the knuckles laugh harder, and the little toes on both feet turn out as if...
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Yoga Poetry – Almost Gone
Yoga Poetry Almost Gone The sun calls one last word in its rusting voice, then leans to the west, sweetening its tune by forgetting the melody. The taste of light lingers in the sudden cooling of...
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Yoga Poetry – Everything That Rises
Yoga Poetry – Everything That Rises Rise up without fear to the coffee and daylight skimming the dark. Rise through the remnants of the dream where you are lost, all pay phones broken. Rise toward the...
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Yoga Poetry – Not Rare But Precious
Precious Rest Yoga Poetry Not Rare But Precious Think of what’s not rare but precious. ~ Ruth Gendler The gift of light. Of dark. The squeaky swing set that’s really a blue jay searching for love and...
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