This second part relates the moment . . .


YOGA, An Adventure Part 2


Dusk

slowly slipped
towards
deeply dark
abysmal night
Savasana seeing nothing,


sightless, seeking solace

relaxing –

Savasana so steeped
in savasana
itself

Savasana

stood erectly,

soundless,

silent –

one

l o n g

s i n g l e

note,
s u s t e n u t o –
s u s t e n – n – n – n – n – u t o o o o o o o h
breath less ly
h e l d

embraced in pranayama

while Asanas

manipulated their arms, legs, neck, spine

all arranged in flowing, fluid line

flowing smoothly like luscious wine
Pranayama praying posturing
a s s o r t e d

a
s
a
n
a

s

Kundalini singing chants
chanting solemn sounds of sirens' songs
in these soundless silent nights
where
Pranayama
meets
Savasana
until
Ashtanga
rises
in blazing majesty.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 15:10

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