"asana" poems
Stay well, table, inviting me
to sit by your side, sipping tea,
stay warm, books, wrapped warm
in your covers, steeped in Spirit,
stay well, koel, sing the same way
every stuttering morning that
comes lisping in the winds
and the tongues of the swallows
stay well, gulmohar, ever
alive in a glow of blooms
warming bare the summer heart
stay well, pens, ever meditating
this way, conjuring up
all the stories I tell in verse
stay well, my droid phone,
go on, recharge yourself in your
morning asana tied to the mains
stay well, web, where I plug in
and broadcast my thoughts
and receive blessings and grace
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
On the land of our family
Are the ashes of generations.
Each generation planted with the saplings of the trees
The Cedar, The Fir, The Larch, and The Mountain Ash
Standing regal in the sun's early light.
It is a new day
Standing under their boughs
Comforted by ancestral arms touching
In a circle of Love and Light.
What is emerging?
Sprouting up from under the Sphagnum
It's a seed! Raising its head
Peeking up, and stretching towards the sun.
Ever upward it expands
Though nights of rain and clouds.
Through days of heat and seeming drought.
Yet the seedling grows and endures
Bent by the late summer winds
The fiber of wisdom ever increasing within its core.
At the end of Indian Summer
The frost begins to unleash its chill
The young sapling freezes
As the blanket of white thickens across the land.
With the weight upon it's back
In humility the sapling bends low to kiss the earth.
Bravely holding this asana in the coldest of the winter days.
Today by my window
I am basking in the sunlight of a very early spring,
Bright are shimmering reflections of sunlight snow.
Squinting, with eyes half open and eyes half closed
The small rainbows begin to dance
Between each pair of lashes.
A delighted inner child
Chuckling with joy.
I can hear the sound of water running
And ice falling from the rooftops above.
The snow is finally melting!
The tall cedar boughs dance with the wind.
Up and down, releasing their winter coats
As Ice crystals floating on the air.
Gazing across the white wonder
To the very spot where I last saw our little tree
What of the little seedling?
Is it still alive?
Or broken and crush by the ice and snow?
My musing over the Cedar Sapling
Shifted with a gasping surprise
It sprung up!
Announcing "I am still alive!"
And my inner voice giggled with delight.
Hum, I wonder
Do trees have a heart?
Do they perceive beyond their bark?
Do they remember?
In this very moment the sapling's sudden appearance
During my musing seemed to express, "Yes!"
Is it just a deep enduring feeling
That the elders of this world
Are the 400+ year old Cedars
Keeping their long record of time?
My dear little sapling
may you continue to grow into magnificence.
I will only see your first 100 years.
For your last four hundred
Allow me to lie at your roots
Under the Sphagnum from which you sprung.
And my children will water flowers at your base
That you may grow as the guardian of the ancestor
Who planted your seed and watched you grow.
Yes, the very one who is now delighted that you
Have popped up from under your blanket of snow.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
From a young age I was claiming to see angels, aliens, elementals, sometimes god himself walking in the sun. I remember surprising my teacher at age four by explaining infinity and drawing a figure eight for her.
I'm telling you these things, and other parts of my background because it all just feels necessary, if I'm to have any credibility for rational thought when I somehow find a way to explain what happened in there. It's been almost a week, I'm still jacked in the head. One thought, one memory, one feeling and all I can do is sob.
I digress. My point is that I've always been a highly spiritual person. What started as a Catholic would travel through taoism, Buddhism, the Cherokee and Hopi, the Hindu.. I've learned their Kung Fu, their Asana yoga, their healing through chi. I can say with no ego or shame, I am a shaman.
Christ, coming full circle, now amazes me the most. From that short line, "for through me all things are possible."
It's funny, but it took all that eastern mystic learning for me to come to understand the truly timeless nature of the cross, of God, and of ourselves.
I also, from age fifteen, was frequently hypnotized, and used an array of other advanced tequnique therapies meant to increase sub concsious brain hemisphere communication speeds. Remarkable stuff. From there I taught myself how to meditate and heal, and my colleague and I continued our experiments on into my early thirties.
I'm writing all of this because I want you all to know what I mean when I say "I am extremely in tune with my body and often sense things intuitively."
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
What does samkhya have to do with yoga?
Dual teaching like I told you twice
They say theres….
2 eternal principles manifest in the universe
nature and the self, knowledge like pursua and prakriti different and yet same in this verse
Salvation through transcenscion duality is false i ought to mention
see through it like fallacy, I bless you no curse now apphrension
like flower prints we impresstoo
Lying and violence distract you from your higher purpose
You think you got swag psh better listen thrice so you know you heard this
the only style you got is the life you gotta clean up
clean up your lifestyle , clean up your style, clean up your lifestyle, clean up yo …. liberation comes from
Samadhi : contemplate : enlightened like we : got no hate upon me
but first you gotta meditate, dhyana and control your breathe
asana like my chest is pranayamic some speak false **** like they got no teeth, these thoughts they squeeze but
The churning of the mind cesses when you find
time to practice seeing the self you framing in kind
Epileptic I seizure mind, so epic synesthetic ,
that ***** divine storm like a portal, shorn my form as a mortal
Come and See the world as it truly is
Ill exist till I die, no reincarnation for I and I
namaste , en lakesh multi-lingual in these cypher cries
Valid means of knowledge:
Did you observe?
Could you infer?
Do they speak with authority?
Could you preach the analogy?
Just because you don’t see
Doesn’t mean it won’t be
Just because you don’t see
doesn’t mean that the **** won’t be
How do I know I am not the only person in the universe
I know my experience
They display markers
We speak we write We **** we fight
We wish We cry we live we die
so maybe were all conscious
looking at you like
maybe you bought this,
cautious we want this, auspice truth
Smoke gone ghost like I haunt this
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Asana
Light shifting through leaves
Rich loam and strong root
Connected earth and limb
Vrksasana
I am that, i am
There is stillness
Peace in silence
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
Staring into the nothingness
Ambient music elevating universal oneness
Remarkable distinction of detachment; experiencing stillness within intergalactic travel, curiosity peaking of what will unravel
Culmination of rhythmic and cosmic electronica; tuning in as one breathes through the harmonica
Integrating the wisdom and vital energy of Prajna, while sitting comfortably in a restorative asana.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Your soul has changed
with years
riping as a pint
of a dark foamed ale
perhaps
you
love
yourself
More now then
ever did you
communicate
with girls
back then
Universal
Primal
Shame
Unwanted
Foolishness
I'm sorry I didn't saw
this
Coming
Handsome
Confident Male
Before
Mind
Control
Takes
fibers
over
our
fible
unsecure
emotions
Yesterday
Years
After
This
Club
Party
We
Are
Both
Old souls
Encountering
Young Nights
Opening our Hearts
With tongues
In our caves
Excalibur
Was your
Chest
As a Chess
Position
pressed
near
my
being
still enemies
Opening of
our
. . . . .
Occured
As
An
AsanA
Surprise
Entrance for me
a speck of
recognition
your
serene
poetic
dark locks
laser beam look
Then your
momentary
deliberate
act
to merge
tighter
with
my
body
rubbing
against my
cat bra
Exit for you
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
There is a light
we hold
it shines
-almost literally-
from inside
and
illuminates
like when
the electric bulb
first time realized
the essence
of its very source
and
Now
still in a same
fit for itself box
enlightens
the once a dark corner
by the embracing romance
of its truth
As visible such a bulb is to eyes
(and as such )
sensuous is this light to us
when we fully are
and
inside the heart
and
Now
Whenever
we breathe
in asana
the sun shines
for the one
receiving
this
blissful
rhyme
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
I wanna live
With the asana girl
We could be happy
Drinking our ghee
With my asana girl
She speaks in their slogans
I nod and say yes
We roll on our mats and
Breathe through our noses
My asana girl
Twelve yogis humming
A sitar for show
The raja relaxes
And waits between chants
For his asana girl
I don’t need no money
I’m happy as hell somehow
Karma’s a ***** y’know
You see it’s all a big show
Om... om... om
Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
body dripping sweat
gently kiss the bamboo mat
in chaturanga
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Can't get away from the problems,
Nowhere to hide from the drama,
I was always the outcast looking towards a new life
With some rare asana,
Developing nothing from mama,
Except the bad qualities,
Getting through it all with ease,
While making a living,
I can't fight with these demons,
I can't breathe just to speak,
Along around the park with memories as a kid,
You never would see me,
And now you decide you would hate me,
I'm more of a man than you portray me,
Not looking for your envy or the devilish pity.
/
Down by the bridge where we stored our
Feelings,
It has us walking in parallels as were
Holding hands with our own magic spells to
Catch each others eyes each time we split
apart from the sight of love and watching
roses blooming in this country heat ,
Sweating Pure juices when being cooked,
Like two bees retrieving honey,
When the things we watch on t.v. are funny,
When we think that time has stood still
For us to kiss and hug and feast upon our glances,
We lost all of that,
There is no more second chances.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC