She laid the coins on my eyes
- cold… she did not think to warm
them for the dead
He removed the leaches
from my whiter than white skin
- do they not know I can feel
the flow of blood from my limbs?
She combed my hair
with a rough, horse-hair brush
- did it matter that it pulled on my scalp?
Now they have placed me into my new home: pine scented.
Scratchy cloth on my face.
It is so dark now
can she hear me as I whisper?
“Goodbye, I will love you, always.”
It was happening again, between her breathes she was immortal. Every leaf in the trees stood motionless. Birds stopped mid-flight, frozen in the air before her.
From time to time she felt like the whole universe was waiting for her next move, as if all of creation was watching her and holding its breath until she moved on to her next thought. Suddenly the heavens would rotate again, and the laws of physics would resume.
That seemed like a crazy thought, but she had it, nonetheless.
She stood near the window for a moment and then moved back into the dark bedroom. Only the glow of the fireplace lit her surroundings as she crawled back into her bed. Once she was under her covers again she glanced back to the window, out into the snowy woods beyond the yard. It was there within the woods that she had first felt as if she was at the center of the whole universe. It was a heady feeling to contain everything within your soul, and though she loved that feeling it sent her into a quiet panic for a few minutes those first few times.
I spend a lot of time talking about and practing yoga, the traditional asanasa that we all asscoiate with yoga. Slow, methodical movements coupled with mindful breathing and directed non-thought. I love it. But, I also enjoy reading about what I would term ‘internal yoga’, too. So I thought I would put up a small list of the books I have read, or aim to at one point.
That list is here in my Amazon store, it is really easy for me to add them and to comment on them, so I love it. The link it http://bit.ly/internalYoga.
Hanuman tells Rama: ‘when I think of myself as a body, I am your servant; when I think of myself as an individual soul, I am part of you; but when I realize I am atman, you and I become one.’
Into the darkness
Candle lit, incense filled rooms
Chant
Into the light
Wind dances in the trees
Tall grass waves as pretty
as any ocean
Into the void
Clear consciousness
unending, never beginning
formlessness