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Mat Reality
yogis doing downward dog
while I lay prostate, like a log
triangles and eagle arms
I really do not feel the charm
cat and cow and plow and chair
make me think I might not care
about the mountains or the trees
or boats that never sail the seas
we twist and bend until at last
laid out like corpses, end of class
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles
Namaste
We find ourselves twisted and stretched
Into Impossible positions – Eagle arms,
bridges, chairs, up and down
dogs. Sometimes we are
mountains, sometimes
dolphins or camels. Then slowly breath in,
breath out coming back to heart center–
armed with peace,
facing a day of possibilities.
roll out of bed when the alarm
sounds – well, hit the snooze
once
wash face, brush teeth
maybe comb hair –
unless I hit the snooze
twice
pull on comfy clothes
grab my mat and keys
clean my glasses –
unless I hit the snooze
three times
downward dog
warrior I & II
tree pose – mine is
blowing in the wind
triangle
sun salutations
shavasana –
ahhhhhhh
my motivation
very large chia tea latte
after class
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Just Jot It January 14th – motivation
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