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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