Friday, May 29, 2020
I am a Yogi––Poem by Dorothy
I am a Yogi
Always there is a new experience,
surprise upon surprise,
opening upon opening,
how can I describe it?
I have a name for it.
Subtle, subtle yoga.
It is not done
on the floor.
It does not involve
twisting and turning
the body into
prescribed positions.
It demands acceptance,
a letting go,
inflow of that which
almost no one
has described
or experienced.
This morning,
a new level.
Energy that is sweet and soft
and subtle.
Accessed by acutely slow movement.
And concentration.
It does not matter which way
the body moves.
As long it is indescribably
slow,
a movie ramped down
to its lowest pace,
slow motion enacted.
Who? saw golden flame
everywhere
and sewed the words
into his coat?
Now this another new and rawest
experience,
unknown frequencies coming in,
preparation for the next stage,
when the physical body
no longer matters,
when we are pure energy,
light bodies of love,
acting in pure bliss,
delicate ecstasy,
a new being.
Every cell and pore
and tendon,
each bone and sinew
and covering,
all transfigured,
dissolved,
into the new creation.
Ineffable joy.
Bliss of the spirit.
Can you move so slow?
What are these delicate
sensations moving
through you, everywhere?
Can anyone tell you
what this is?
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2020
Always there is a new experience,
surprise upon surprise,
opening upon opening,
how can I describe it?
I have a name for it.
Subtle, subtle yoga.
It is not done
on the floor.
It does not involve
twisting and turning
the body into
prescribed positions.
It demands acceptance,
a letting go,
inflow of that which
almost no one
has described
or experienced.
This morning,
a new level.
Energy that is sweet and soft
and subtle.
Accessed by acutely slow movement.
And concentration.
It does not matter which way
the body moves.
As long it is indescribably
slow,
a movie ramped down
to its lowest pace,
slow motion enacted.
Who? saw golden flame
everywhere
and sewed the words
into his coat?
Now this another new and rawest
experience,
unknown frequencies coming in,
preparation for the next stage,
when the physical body
no longer matters,
when we are pure energy,
light bodies of love,
acting in pure bliss,
delicate ecstasy,
a new being.
Every cell and pore
and tendon,
each bone and sinew
and covering,
all transfigured,
dissolved,
into the new creation.
Ineffable joy.
Bliss of the spirit.
Can you move so slow?
What are these delicate
sensations moving
through you, everywhere?
Can anyone tell you
what this is?
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2020
