Serene silence spreads
Folks in special garbs
cross legged on the floor
Striving to keep minds
free from diversions
A great sign of peace!
Ran to arrive on time.
7a.m. yoga class is not for me.
I'm actually feeling more stressed.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
(“The Heart of It - #4”, 2007, original oil)
The Heart of Devotion
Opening the heart of devotion
Veils fall away
As so many colored leaves
In the Fall.
One by one they fall
Like tears, like snow, like rays of light
Nourishing the ground
Of my heart.
Where does this love come from
And where does it go? All I know
Is that it flows in a circle, a stream, a tide
That requires just a single step to enter.
(9/6/25)
deep within the woman in me
a coiled divine energy
sleeping waiting ready
a spiritual connection
embraces Bhairavi
goddess of Kundalini
meditation clears the path
half awake dormant
healing soothing
plugging into a universal source
through chanting mantras
through breath itself
mental peace aligns
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2025 for contest KUNDALINI sponosred by UNSEEKING SEEKER - RANKED 4TH
Practicing hard at his yoga,
Cato convolved with his toga.
The news he was caught
In this Gordian Knot
Spread to the land of Busoga.
Pleasingly Plump
Obese, bloated, overwrought with contrition
Lainey hung a chart of each yoga position
Couldn’t deal with stretching
Mice she’s still fetching
She defies my lectures on nutrition
Putting you above me
Your feet at my head
Is the natural thing to do
When your mastery
Is revealed.
But it’s all relative
As you put others above you and
Others put themselves below me.
That’s why it’s called
The wheel of life.
When I step back
And my emotions settle
I see that no one is The Master
But that each can instead
Be the appropriate messenger.
(9/1/24)
I sit in a comfy chair
...imagining me
…doing Yoga
When I do a twist,
I don’t make a fist.
Instead I spread my palm.
And feel the calm.
I’m outside, but not sitting.
Bare feet are quite fitting.
To sense the earth.
A sense of peace I unearth.
Yoga can be done anywhere.
But in nature is where I least despair!
Things we remember and some that we won't:
changing batteries on a remote,
building sand castles with a moat.,
applying a second coat,
grabbing an umbrella to tote,
sharing an ice cream float,
limiting salt, so we don't bloat,
mailing the thank you notes you wrote,
buying lozengers for a sore throat,
wearing a life jacket when on a boat,
remembering where your supposed to vote,
taking yoga with a goat..
I bought a pair of yoga pants
Without the slightest urge
To practice yoga, but it wasn’t
Too much of a splurge.
Reminds me of some other clothes
Designed for active wear.
My ski coat’s never seen the slopes
And I don’t really care.
I walk around in running shoes
And in my baseball cap,
I’ve never hit a long ball
Into any outfield gap.
I even owned some cowboy boots
But never rode a horse
And my husband wouldn’t dare to wear
A “wife beater,” of course!
Her hip was decidedly dickey
She was not as flexible as before
Various joints were complaining
She had trouble getting up from the floor
She was not as young as she was
Bits of her were definitely aging
Inside she didn't feel any different
But the outside was certainly fading
So it was time to get some help
It was time to stop mucking around
Before her get up and go had gone
Some form of exercise had to be found
Yoga seemed the logical choice
She welcomed it with warm embrace
Soon she would feel twenty again
Dream on! If only that were the case
The poses were near on impossible
With names like ‘warrior’, ‘pigeon’ and ‘tree’
Every muscle she possessed rebelled
She desperately wanted to flee
Would anyone notice if she left?
Could she creep out the door unseen?
Thankful for a moment’s distraction
She speedily fled from the scene
So if she wasn't going to exercise
In order to be able to rise and shine
She was just going have to live with it
And drink a helluva lot of wine
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I noticed a hollow in the banyan seed,
but I would not have seen a hollow was there
if not for the boundary,
the inner lining of the flesh.
And so I notice when I look inside me,
deep beyond the hum and the light, silence lays bare.
An emptiness hovers there,
where the light and the hollow mesh.
Every hollow that I have yet noticed
seems the same as any other I compare.
Beyond senses, thoughts, and feelings,
I dive into it and refresh.
My name is Yù míng
Jade brightness is what it means
I’m a Praying Mantis and we look like string beans
I jump about the grass to chew up flowers, leaves
and stems of plants between the trees
It’s only these I eat, on insects I will pass
I never tire of living in the grass
Twigs and leaves I’ll rest up on in my new Eden
Of all the paths I came up on I choose your lovely garden
An evening serenade, a blusterous chirping song
My wings are light and striking as I glide along
Today I move on, but still the same regime
I'll creep between the grass blades gently and so feminine
I do the Praying Mantis pose it comes naturally
It’s a yoga stance, and they named it after me!
A yoga-loving frog from France
was told it was good for dance
While performing a cobblers pose
Tipped over and fell on his nose
Sat straight up and drew in his legs
To perform a Half Lord of Fishes - Pose.
If he made me promise not to disclose,
a broken promise now is one of my woes.
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