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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. August 28, 2016. There are blossoms covering a tree. That begin to fall as soft summer. Moves among the branches. I might see them floating down. As kisses to a baby. I might see them as broken things. I might lie down on the dark earth. And watch the falling blossoms. Until I see nothing at all. Then rise and try again. This is a revision of a poem I posted a couple of months ago. The poem now gets closer to what I had wanted to say. Old Man With Checkers.
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. Old Man With Checkers. August 7, 2016. A man who hadn’t heard that he was dead. Killed a man who hadn’t heard that it was his day to die. I could hear the heartbeat rhythm in my head. The sound that stillness makes in a storm on the street. In a colorless night of pretty roses. Roses I had wished for in a storm that curls under doors. Those who scrub their skin with jellyfish /. You better duck down the alley. If you’re gonna walk like that my brother.
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Bharat | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. August 28, 2016. There are blossoms covering a tree. That begin to fall as soft summer. Moves among the branches. I might see them floating down. As kisses to a baby. I might see them as broken things. I might lie down on the dark earth. And watch the falling blossoms. Until I see nothing at all. Then rise and try again. This is a revision of a poem I posted a couple of months ago. The poem now gets closer to what I had wanted to say. Old Man With Checkers.
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I lie down in the flowers… | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. I lie down in the flowers…. July 16, 2015. I lie down in the flowers. Look up at the clouds. And slowly drown in beauty. I knew you would be here. This entry was posted in Poetry. The earth does not…. 8 responses to “. I lie down in the flowers…. July 16, 2015 at 10:36 pm. This is intriguing. I love it. Liked by 1 person. July 17, 2015 at 8:25 am. Thank you, Hil. I’m very happy it worked for you. July 17, 2015 at 10:14 pm. Liked by 1 person. Liked by 1 person.
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all the feathers that ever fell… | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. All the feathers that ever fell…. July 28, 2015. A day to sing in silence. To be still and not wait. As if for a lover’s answer. The tiny caress of a feather. Falling to my hand. To ask the meaning. Of all the feathers that ever fell. And whether I should worry. Friend, I tell you. There is so much to unwind. Before I get to who I am. This entry was posted in Poetry. 4 responses to “. All the feathers that ever fell…. July 30, 2015 at 8:44 am. Liked by 1 person.
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Standing Too Close | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. July 17, 2015. If I held some offense. To my heart like a wounded. Bird that must be cared for. Or die and if in time. I saw that it is. I hold and feed. And that it is a thing. That only I can see. Then I would know. That the teacher had arrived. To give the usual lesson. That I have been standing too close. To the mind of the man. I am trying to outlive. I have been creating relationship. I have been creating meaning. Which only I can know. Liked by 1 person.
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you say these things… | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. You say these things…. June 18, 2015. You say these things. To make me feel better. Maybe make yourself feel better. Not true, you say. My cupped hands only. Before they over flow. This entry was posted in Poetry. An artist began to paint…. Even the wise…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Get ev...
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Medicine Man | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. August 4, 2015. An old man went into the desert. To fast and pray. Until he heard only the drums. Until he saw a raven. Leading the lost ones home. With his knife he drew a circle. Where he danced and sang. For all his days. All who were lost and who wait to be found. All who wait to find themselves. All the children who knew they were not enough. All are now inside the sacred hoop. This entry was posted in Poetry. All the feathers that ever fell…. In a ditch &...
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even the wise… | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. Even the wise…. July 8, 2015. Begin with seeing lack in themselves. And others and believe it a virtue. To stand strong against the turning. Of the world until learning after eons. That when the self is. Offered in love to all without. Of the holy has been found. This entry was posted in Poetry. You say these things…. The earth does not…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Y is for yogini.
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One | LONESOME LOTUS YOGA
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THE BLOG FORMERLY KNOWN AS ALL BEINGS YOGA. August 4, 2015. An old man went into the desert. To fast and pray. Until he heard only the drums. Until he saw a raven. Leading the lost ones home. With his knife he drew a circle. Where he danced and sang. For all his days. All who were lost and who wait to be found. All who wait to find themselves. All the children who knew they were not enough. All are now inside the sacred hoop. Old Man With Checkers. Jagged edge …. Lay stone upon stone …. The fight I wanted.
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