Thursday, April 23, 2015

"S" is for Still . . .

Still.
Listening.
Sometimes being still
means not listening.
Can I hear my heart beat?
A single breath and hold:
let go
of awareness, the yoga pose
acceptance,
yet that balance between
discipline (the doing),
being (the self), a part of
not-being (the not-self),
and becoming
(ego--ego--ego)
still.
A flash of wings,
my eyelids close,
and I remember the
song of sparrows.


"Sparrow" by Micola (Flickr)

Still a little tired from the drive up from Oregon home, still one day late on that Blogging A-to-Z Challenge. Maybe I will catch up on Sunday.


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