February 28, 2014

Someone Has a Cold in Yoga. ~ Michael Mark {Poem}


I hear it.

Over my oceanic Ujjayi breathing
and Krishna Das’ Hanuman.

Someone has the sniffles
in the studio.

This is self absorbed evil.

Yes, I know expectations
can make you so stiff a cat-cow
can snap you
like vegan peanut brittle.


we are all here for our mutual
emotional, spiritual and physical
well being—

and the sign outside the studio says:
Take care of your colds at home
to take care of your fellow yogis here.

We inhale one sacred breath,
we exhale one purifying Om

by the germ of deceit.

I meditate on honoring the light in me
and the light in you, Sick One,
but it is sludgy with mucus.

In Savasana I feel a tickle.
But I am not laughing.

© Michael Mark

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