Ujjai in savasana

The breath.

The breath comes in and out.

Each in, a refreshment;

each out, a release.

Behind closed eye lids

a swirling darkness

speckled with thoughts,

in and out, head lines.

The tears.

Then the tears, soft and kind,

little kisses at the corners

abscond with bits of worry.

Each escapee stealing a strain,

erasing foolish doubts

in rivulets of sighs and

in loosening the pangs of pain.

The balance

The see-saw of obligation,

each push and pull, each in and out

stretches to the corners of the mind.

And there is epiphany:

now the scale bears equal weight,

the tug-a-war is evened

and there is symmetry.

The memory

The memory divides and conquers,  

restores understanding

to trials and tribulations.

The center is calm     

despite each push and pull

and stretches the mind

to the corners of the universe.

Return to the breath.

The breath returns invisible

silent, unseen, conveying

simplicity to chaos.

The breath reminds the soul

that the things it knows

are still true; are truer still

and the body is whole.

Sometimes I am not in sole control of my soul

upon awakening,

I should find what I am thankful for to begin the day.

I roll over instead and grab the puppy

for a security blanket.

upon rising,

massive stretching is required before movement

and the feet are tender as if they have shrunk overnight

and can not support me.

upon walking,

I haven’t settled on a single thankful thing –

not that I’m not.  Just undecided. 

Bed or day.  Day or Bed?.

upon breathing,

I am glad I am alive; there is much to do

to put my house in order –

and figuratively.

upon thinking,

I realize staying focused on the present moment

is easy without a To Do list.  I think this is key. 

Why has no one written a book about this?

I wash my face and brush my teeth.