The Edge

THE BLADE

I felt the blade

Digging into

Exposed raw flesh

Dragging me towards

The edge

Not wanting these emotions

Their darkness present

My fear binding

Then the gush

Words, tears, snot

Flowing into the chasm

Felt within

A damn breaking

Allowing for

Small fresh breaths of air

Sharing with

A dear friend

No allowing shame

Or wanting fear

To reign on the throne

Entering yoga

My daily trip to Ceremony

Finding a welcoming

In the three present souls

Each unique and shining

Lights of kindness

Feeling and smelling of home

My spirit raging against

The breathing and stretching

Being offered to me

A gift wrapped in prickly paper

The movement slowly eroding

My hesitation and boundness

Like a mudslide

After a torrential rainstorm

My emotions starting

To cave and slide

Towards center

Back to my roots

SA-TA-NA-MA

Two yoga exercises

Bringing me closer

Drawing out

The binding poison

The first was

A song we sang

Using our fingers

Touching each one

The sensation

Mixing with the words

Wrapped within

The music

Causing an inner gush

Awakening my desire

Sa-Ta-Na-Ma echoing

Over and over

From my voice

From the collective

Of four participants

Sa… birth, beginning

Ta… Life, existence

Na… Death, transformation

Ma… rebirth, regeneration

(Taken from Yogapedia)

Awe flooding my system

Fusing fire and water

Into a shining experience

Reflecting the way home

THE EDGE

The other

Was a stretching

“Figure Four” was what

It was called by Marnie

My thighs crying out

The longer holding

This specific pose

Not inching, sprinting towards

The knife’s edge

My body wanting to

Escape the boundary

At all costs

To bail out

Of the pain

Choosing a different way

The Spirit reminding me

Allow the edge to be

Choosing the pain

Moving towards

The edge collapsing

From being a blade

Becoming a cliff’s perch

Standing looking out

The sea and Her

Luxurious beauty

Inviting me to rest

The edge of pain

Still having a presence

No longer the center

A knowing that

I was meant for

This adventure

The adventure

Found at this edge

The Edge, The Spirit

The Fire, The All

Calling me

Wooing me

HOME

Photo taken by Jon Huerta at Cliffs of Moher, Ireland!

RLove

12.2.20

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