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‘Tis the Season,

So they say,

That all knowing

Voice we all hear

Cannot ignore

And has no name.

Pressure comes

In a box

We don’t open

Because a dragon

Pops out, breath

Burning heart and eyes.

‘Tis the season, to give

And receive, to lace

Our cupboards with chocolate

And pies, send cards,

Call friends we love and never see,

Embrace the family we’re given

Though may not like.

‘Tis the season to forgive, and forget

What we cannot: the one who died

When he was supposed to live,

The lover who left unexpectedly,

The dog that ran off, memories

We are wired to never let fade

Because how else do we learn?

‘Tis the season when we laugh and cry.

‘Tis the season to give to those

Who cannot, feed those who have not.

‘Tis the season when we engage

Giving consciously: a smile

Or a hug, a loaf of homemade bread,

A phone call or a foot rub, or a kindness

To the stranger on the corner ringing a bell.

‘Tis the season to remember time is the most

Precious gift; we give who we are,

Do the best we can, whether or not

It’s Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays,

Whether or not we embrace Jesus

Or listen to Buddha or light candles

Or dance like Skakti;

‘Tis the season:

When difference becomes

Another window to see how we’re alike,

To know what makes us special

Is love shared; care

Is a baby bird that might fly

Or die trying, yet we watch the wings

And see the tree and how hard

She tries and that, for me, is reason.

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I am a full time yoga teacher, trained at City Fitness in Washington, DC and Willow Street Yoga Center in Silver Spring, Maryland. I have been writing poetry since I was nine years old. Poetry is my first love and yoga continues to feed my heart. I write because I love it. I teach because I love it. I tell my students all the time: do it because you can. That works for me. I believe in creating opportunity. I believe in helping my self and others. I think faith is the most important gift of life, because when we lose everything else we still have that in our heart. I believe the natural state of being is happiness, or bliss, or Ananda. Life is a celebration. Poetry and yoga help me celebrate. Check out my blog and website here.