dear readers,
the city, the metropolis, i’m talking about this here gotham, boy does it get sticky. its hard to leave this web, but you have to reload sometimes. im working on my certification to be a yoga teacher with yoga to the people, and this weekend we headed out to nature in the catskill mountains, to reload and retreat elementally, with wind, fire, water, and earth. here are a couple poems i wrote, up there at the menla retreat center. i hope you can see yourself in my reflections.
1. climb
wind is a dancer
mountain her dance floor
wind is a waterfall
cascading gold leaves
wind is at my back
urging me to believe
2. sweat
patience
is each mouth, drinks a dip
patience
is each hand, a pipe gets lit
patience
is painful, i waited so long to be free
patience
is plentiful, still time to be me
patience
is power, so powerfully
peace,
roopa
2 Comments
November 3, 2009 at 1:41 am
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November 8, 2009 at 7:57 pm
i see myself, thank you for the poetic reflection. these pieces are beautiful.