The Winged Energy of Delight

On Friday, as a part of Pause Yoga’s celebration of Poetry Month in the Town of Amesbury, MA, I will be offering a people and some asāna. The selection I am offering will be found in the volume I mention in this blog post from 2011.

The Considered Kula

Torn leaf of Basho
Four poems lost to me right now
Who could have done this?

Lately, every time a yoga teacher reads a poem in savasana, whether I have heard it before or not, it has gone straight to my heart. What started this recent trend was the following:

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt

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