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Yoga a Dance of Gypsy Spirits

Part 1

When YIN Hatha Will, YANG Hatha Way

Introduction:

ADAGIO!
said Sam, a Barber, to his strings
who wed Savasana to her beloved
Pranayama, breathlessly waiting
for her to relax in his waiting arms.

she did 

deeply reveling in Ravel’s
ultimate crescendo of Bolero
their thoughts without body
meditating in a Methodist Church
no dancing sugar plums --
just asanas – 
marching six by six, erect postures,
along the Ridge of the Road,
relaxing deeply, 
concentrating on a Panorama 
still barefoot bodies
sitting, standing, kneeling
all cross armed
cross legged
breathing – breathing –
s l o w l y          b   r   e   a   t   h   I   n   g

Pranayama 
copulating with
Savasana
from Dawn’s early light
Till Dark’s endless night,
Love’s song they sang
in silence
when Yin met Yang.

Yoga, The Love-Dance of Gypsy Spirits

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.

Copyright © Lorenz Lynn | Year Posted 2007

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