Friday, February 20, 2009

Yoga, The Poetry of the Body

The lines of our body contour and fold
Lifting us beyond our reach 
Flowing not jerking 
Melting into a new gentleness
A concentrated movement unveiling the unseen
Divine nature and weakness intertwined
Searching without judgement
Observing with no shame
Letting go of fears
Relaxing our resistance 
Stepping further to a stillness all our own
Willingness without force
Unfolding without collapsing
The space we fill blends with our world
Container expanding into shadows of a forgotten time
Glimpsing at light 
Waiting to come in
Straining to arrive
Conscious of our inability
Familiar to something we've felt before
Peace beckoning
The poetry left unfinished
An end for today
Leaving with a hope of return....
By Sandra Priddis