Yoganascence -

A poem I wrote on the last day of a mandala practice, as a guru dakshina to my guru.

I twist. I turn. I tie myself in knots.

I stare away into space.

Unaware. Unseeing.

Lost to the world, lost to myself.

What’s up with her? Do we intervene?

Curious eyes  examine my semi-prone figure. 

Undisturbed. Unfeeling.

Through it all, a silent still.

Moments pass.  Hovering just above,

I peer down,  scrutinizing my static, supine self.

Untethered. Unmoving. 

What’s happening to me?

Not again, not this. I have been there before. 

Dredged up memories of dark days past assail.

Unavailable. Unliving.

Walking the perfunctory walk of the living dead.

An Inhale. An Exhale. And, Epiphany  strikes!

This Is Not That. - I exclaim. This is…Nirvana!

Rejuvenated. Exhilarating.

This state of Transcendence; a sublime Stillness.

 

Peace descends. Bliss follows. And profound Awareness.

”Turn over to your right”, a soothing Voice beckons.

 Recharged. Energizing. 

A seamless joining of Me above, Me below: Exquisite Wholeness.

 

I release. I let go. I glide through the sequence. 

Led by  a Radiant Reassuring Presence.

Relaxed. Empowering.

Eyes blink open. A Oneness -  I see Myself in the Universe.

- May 01 2024; dedicated to my yoga guru

Author's Note

I have written this in a flow state after a long gap of 2 years. I use the verbs with prefix Un and then switch to a positive usage of words mid way. However I am not sure if using 'ed words and '-ing suffix words sounds awkward and assailing the poetic sense.

I would like your opinion on how it falls on your eyes and ears. Thank you for taking the time to give me feedback.