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savasana poems

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7.17.12

Bikram yoga today
Room at 105

I aim my practice
today at your healing

C’mon, God,
listen up.
I’m down here
sweating like crazy,
I’m a faucet

Like John Keats
here lies one
whose name is writ
in water

 _______

Savasana 8: the gift
February 13, 2012

Just like always,
the comforting ritual--
after an hour’s hard work
of trembling muscles,
sweat drops slipping
off my nose tip
and plopping onto my mat--

I am flat on my back
in stillness but for the rise
and fall of my chest.
My mind drifts, then I
notice my breathing. 

A thought shoots
through me:
I don’t have to earn
each breath--
it is given to me.

Pain, wordless, follows this thought--
then puzzlement,
next I notice relief,
then a joy so subtle,
way down deep,

tectonic.

8. 1. 12

My lungs fill
like sails

Little God-wind
puffs me along

________

4.24.12

Today, in Atlanta,
I followed my teacher,
did everything she said
to the best of my ability

Now she presses a cold
lavender–scented cloth
to my forehead

She blesses us with peace
which she hopes we take
off the mat and into our lives

I’m white, she’s black--
tell me the world
hasn’t changed

 _______

2.8.13

Remembering the pain
in my knees
as I tried pigeon
for the umpteenth time

This body wasn’t assembled
perfectly , which
I have felt shame about

I’m 61 now--
will I ever accept
my body for what it is

It’s about time









4.24.12

Focus on the pauses beween breaths
my teacher says

I’m wondering whether
she’ll tend to me first,
draping the cool towel over
my burning forehead,
or will I have to wait
till she’s done a bunch
of others?

I let this silly thought go
into the pause between
my exhale and inhale

The undone
late work I owe
rises to my awareness--

“Shit,” I think.
Then I think,
“I just thought the word
shit in savasana--
Who thinks shit
in savasana?”

I let that go too
into the pause
between breaths

which is starting
to fill up

______

3.22.12


Something about money--
something about Bruce Springsteen--
something about the engine in the heart of my cells--

All lost, 
unfinished,
let go of
into savasana

Thrower Starr, Ph.D.
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