September 21, 2012

A Wisp. ~ Edith Lazenby

I am a feather.

I am a seed in wind,

A wing on a bee,

The legs on a spider.

I am the pause when I exhale

And the space when I inhale.

I have the hope of a child

And the heart of a mother.

I am a rose petal on the earth.

I grow with the seasons.

I bend like a willow.

I handle prayer

With my toes

And curl into the dirt.

I land on my knees

And bow.

My heart reaches up

But my eyes look down.

I cannot name what I see.

I cannot hold what I touch.

I cannot capture my need.


I am a full time yoga teacher, trained at City Fitness in Washington, DC, and Willow Street Yoga Center in Silver Spring, Maryland. I have been writing poetry since I was 9 years old. Poetry is my first love and yoga continues to feed my heart. I write because I love it. I teach because I love it. I tell my students all the time: do it because you can. That works for me. I believe in creating opportunity. I believe in helping my self and others. I think faith is the most important gift of life, because when we lose everything else we still have that in our heart. I believe the natural state of being is happiness, or bliss, or Ananda. Life is a celebration. Poetry and yoga help me celebrate. My blog and website: Edie Yoga.


Editor: Kate Bartolotta



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