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Savasana - The Corpse
YOGA
From death, some say,
we shall rise incorruptible.
I once held that belief in my mind
when I could not hold it in my body.
Now I lie still, feel my breathing in,
my breathing out, if not for my breath,
a corpse—Savasana.
The rage from my core—base, brutish,
mindless, out of control,
howling itself alive without thought–
melds into my stillness,
absorbed into my breath,
and my body believes
my self.
A SIGN
The plain gold sign of my father’s constan ... |
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