-easthampton, massachusetts
the cool sensation
of weightless swan motions, waning moon
bends and rolling over twists,
when the body is nothing
but a righteous pretzel wedded
to unbounded space and time.
suffering, egolessness, impermanence
do not mean much amidst the rapture
of a vinyasa flow, as sinuous chants
roll off the tongue
of a hi-fi stereo.
a cornucopia of diminutive buddhas
guards our shared tabernacle
and lets mara know he is never welcome.
if we stopped making so much ado
about nothing, ceased habitual retreats
into samsara enhancing patterns
and bad karma practices, then,
coupled with this regular asana therapy,
the world, despite its scratching evil,
could forever be
a friend and not a foe.
