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May 17, 2014

Whole Yoga Class on My Back. ~ Michael Mark {Poem}

 

savasana woman eyes closed lying down face

All 60 minutes of Slow Flow

on my back.

 

Not one supine twist,

didn’t sit up in chair pose,

no end-of-practice-hands-

over-the-heart-space-bow.

 

I listened to the teacher’s

flowing voice,

never realizing before

 

how she works it, bends it,

conducts her instrument –

our bodies.

 

Then lets them go.

 

I heard the breathing of the class –

a smooth synchronized

other-sound

 

that shattered

during transition

from High Plank to Chat Taranga.

 

The thuds and grinds of feet

on mats,

cracks of joints opening.

 

Singular sweat drops.

A cloudburst.

 

Grunts in Boat Pose,

cooing in Pigeon.

 

Is this yoga?  I felt the edge

in my mind’s voice.

 

Teachers invite us to listen

to our bodies.

 

My Body said, you need

to do this.

 

I will bring this listening

to my practice

 

on my feet,

on my knees,

on my back and

around to my life.

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Editor: Catherine Monkman

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