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Friday, July 30, 2010

A Bikram Poem: Savasana

Here we are, feeling
like letting go
submerged in the submerged
layer of the dream
which we don’t realize is strange
until we wake. Multiplicity
forms in waves, pausing
and unpausing the life.
Can you hold open
your eyes? Can you hold,
open, or situate time?
Letting it rest in the way
your body sinks,
and is held,
the floor,
you are held
by your own mind
above the wide pool,
the widening ocean
of thoughts, constant
threat looming.
Leave what isn't meant
for here. Leave what isn't yours alone.
Be here, alone,
where you cannot hold,
open, or situate time,
though you try.
What is meant to be right now
is nothing, is perfect,
is simply you.


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