I'll Follow The Sun Sequence - Yoga Journal Blog postSavasana (poem)
by pilar Kimbrell
Posted by: vani
Savasana
Today I left my body,
more than once:
watching the full moon
rich in golden hue
slide under wispy clouds
in a long series of perfectly
timed winks:
slide,
shift,
shine,
hide.....
then linger long enough
to glow round
and cause my heart
to float
in the night air.
More than once:
standing witness
on the pale winter sands
wind tossing them
in long and heavy sighs
forming bars and clefts
and huge staccatos
but always returning
to the simple beat,
pounding
sand upon sand
in earnest and
constant::
like a dutiful drum line,
filling gaps
the tide has torn
in the white
translucent
winter-scape,
that if not for waves,
snow would be.
And then,
I stand agape,
eyes fixed toward the sky
and leave
again:
wings wide
sparkling
I
fly
toward a tapering line
of adamant geese
changing shape
over and over
like a feathered kaleidoscope,
white upon blue
upon gray
and finally only flat shapes
in the distance.
So close am I,
I can hear the wind
thump against their breasts
beating the currents
in unison
and smell the musk
of fresh water reeds
left far behind
in north country rivers.
And then again,
in a darkened room,
flat on the floor,
like a corpse -
Savasana,
sleep of the restless,
death before death
holy silence,
bodies all around
their collective breathing
weaving
a bright light
to the rhythm of OM...
I am
finally
weightless
mindless
and
infinite.
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