Monday, August 30, 2010

Yoga

The music drifts into my chest and eases the tension

The chants hum down my spine and clear my head

Every muscle needs the stretch and some shake at the poses

There may not be incense but my nostrils flare with its scent

Shiva and Buddha look down on me from seated positions on the wall

My freak out of the past month may only be gone for 90 minutes

But it's gone

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