Images play like a movie screen inside my mind
Intermingling the events of my life
With the cinematic photographic newsworthy fact-fiction
That I subject my consciousness to
On a daily basis
With my eyes open
I see what is in front of me
Through the veil of this
Cacophonous
Mental visual emotional life-soundtrack
That keeps me one step above
The intimacy
Of touching
Right now
Sometimes it is like static
And sometimes it speaks to me
The way I am speaking to you
And I can see hear taste touch feel it
Also also look right through it
And sometimes it starts to dissipate
And I find my self
In the depths of
Right here
Floating
On tidal river
At sunset
In summertime
Spreadeagle
Spider like
Spiraling
On my back
Raspberry sky
Pours in my eyes
And fills me
Buoyant
Reflecting
On the salty sea
The moment
When the water flowing in
Overcomes
The water flowing out
Holds me
Suspended
Infinite
Shifting
Tide turns
Silent
And carries me
Home
How many times
Can I watch the moon set at sunrise
While driving this same stretch of highway
To teach the same yoga asana postures
To the same types of people
In the same rooms
And ride the same trails
On the same mountains
And sleep with the same man
In the same bed
In the same house
In the same town
Before it loses it’s novelty
And becomes rote?
These are the questions
I used to contemplate
As I hastily sped to work
At 6:30 in the morning
Praying I wouldn’t be late.
Sometimes
I noticed the subtleties of the sunrise.
And that the moon was never in the same place.
And neither was I.
Awakenings
Come slow and steady
Like the sunrise
Until sometimes
With a flash
Everything is illuminated
Revealing what you couldn’t see before
In crisp vibrant clarity.
Now I leave early
In wonder
Of where the light will first crest the horizon
In awe
Of the hue that ridges the mountaintops
And defines the boundary
Between earth
And sky.
It is never the same.
Nor are the asanas
Or the people I share them with.
Even the rooms have changed.
The consistency and texture of the snow is always variable
The landscape shifts with the blow of the wind.
I can taste the humidity
And smell the storm in the distance.
Sometimes we we skate on the lake
And sometimes
We swim.
The eccentricities of each encounter.
Even when it looks the same
The nuances distinct.
The novelty
The consistent everchanging
Subtleties
Never knowing
Until maybe
When I’m in it.
Every moment a transition
And always
Right now.
Noticing.
Being.
Always interesting.
I mostly sleep alone now
In my own house
Or my own car
Or on couches
Or in the bed of the forest
As I drive this same stretch of highway
It has never become boring
And it has never
Been
The same.
Mystical, magical, full moony night
In the cast of your shadows
I encountered a sprite
Oh luminous one, with your eyes all aglow
Please grace me your wisdom
I long for it so
Her eyes shown so playful
As they smiled into me
And filled me with laughter
Like a birds melody
Her light steeped inside me
Even now, yes it’s true
She lives here inside me
And now,
In you too…
Incandescent orb shimmering
Melting snowcovered seascape of sky
Waves of lithe clouds swimming
Intermittently veil and revealing
Feminine contours of mountains
Modest confident majesty
I have this love for the one
That is channelled
Through the forms
Of the many
The nuances of each variation
Accentuating
The myriad characteristics
Of the one
Love
seaweed swirls
through the tendrils of
my long mermaid dreadlocks
that kiss
the back of my calves
as i swan dive
heart open
back arched
arms outstretched
into the depths
below
the turmoil at the surface
rumbling across
the sensitive skin of my soles
as the wave passes
my face
popping out
of the salty brine
buoyant
smiling
at the sparkling bright sun
and you
eyes open or closed
seated, lying down, or just in the moment
spontaneously
wherever you are
relaxed focus on the breath
anchoring the mind to the present experience
awareness of everything
with as little judgement as possible
when there is pleasantness,
experience it without attaching to it
when there is frustration,
experience it without engaging with it
the ebb and flow
the breath
rising from the heart to the periphery
softening back into the heart
both extremes balancing
riding the waves
relaxed focus on the breath
hear the sounds
taste the taste
smell the scent
feel the air, tactile on the skin
and passing across the nostrils
see the light through the skin between the eyebrows
or relaxed gaze, open eyes, seeing out and feeling back in
tethered by the breath
grounded by the heartbeat
and the warmth in the belly
the intensity of the subtlety
the strength in the tenderness
thoughts, memories, plans, hopes, fears
come and go
without blocking or embellishing
like the breath they rise. crest, and dissipate
back into the silence
behind the sounds
the silence and the sound
simultaneous
through
everywhere you have been
everything you have seen
everyone who you have been touched by
and tasted
i can see the light
emanating from your heart
refracting through the layers
your experience has crafted
into a prismatic labyrinth
that leads me back
to you
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