Bikram Yoga Decatur

One of the reasons I removed my blog posts was that the poems I had published on this site before April 2011 were being reviewed for inclusion in a yoga poetry anthology (I didn’t want their web publication to disqualify them). As I read through the blog, in deciding what to keep, I saw beauty in the flaws of my “weakest” entries. This reminded me that the journey, each honest step and what it reveals, is what it’s all about. How graceful or flawless the step is secondary, and more important is what it teaches us. So I decided to clear the blog, and start a blank page.

BECOMING

In yoga, I become the water that shapes my landscape.

Whether by the deafening pound of surf, the rage of mighty river, or the gurgle of mountain stream, Earth is shaped only by first being eroded. Her shorelines are sculpted by pounding waves. Her valleys are bisected and carved by rapids. Her forests grow up nourished on cascades. Earth is in a constant state of transformation because of water, the progress often so infinitesimal that one cannot see it from day to day. It is only when one looks upon the landscape after some time has passed that one sees how it’s been transformed, that what one thought was being eroded was simply washed away and redesigned.