Swan of the Sky

A poem that came to me while doing yoga

 

What is this peace that overcomes me?

 

It hypnotizes, like the notes of an ancient sitar,

 

opening the blank pages of an unknown book,

 

loosening doves, fluttering towards the clouds.

 

A cool breeze swirls around and lifts me up, and up,

 

until we are both diving into a deep, unseen blue sky;

 

Here is an ocean upon which you can walk, drift,

 

not up, down, nor east or west, but in the heart.

 

I raise my arms to the heavens, reaching,

 

again, and again, breathing and exhaling,

 

smiling as the light pours, anointing my brow,

 

suffusing, calling the grass to awaken and grow;

 

the azure air encircles me, goes through me,

 

and I breathe, exhale, breathe, becoming this current,

 

rocking, and pushing, then yielding and joining.

 

Freedom; a stone smoothen by eons in a river bed.

 

An isthmus leading into the sunlit waves of a rippling, sea.

 

Resting warmth on a white cliff beside the voice of tides;

 

Envisioning the swan, which joins us together,

 

listening to the mountain water gently pouring,

 

the peaceful chanting of the ascended

 

restoring what we thought we lost,

 

in a temple we all share.

Reviews

[lostinthewaves]

simply beautiful. I loved it

[Kuandio]

Thank u. I really appreciate it