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Śavāsana
be perfectly still 
be mind's eye of 
out the window 
allow the nuzzle in 
let puzzle out 
have the simple itch away 
to toes be inch about 
salt waft of the early blue 
and dog rocks sniffed apace 
gulls blare 
the sea is breaking breaking 
to remember is to be here 
receive
so manage not to sink 
demons run out 
where the music pours in 
everything's a stretch ahead 
in the end surrender 
here's the heart 
and the lungs do the lifting 
a whale would 
any old sea monster 
expect surprise 
a little less each moment as well 
the island with its splash of sea 
so all forevers seem
be perfectly still 
drowning is a dream come home 
to the fingertips 
this nothing, air
just to be 
let the smile delight 
let truth wash away
let the day wake to you 
lie perfectly still 
be heard 
 
ReplyDeleteI'll take Śavāsana
the corpse pose
any day over
going in to work
half-dead anyway
without health insurance
acting half-alive