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The Bad Boys (and Girls) of Yoga

Thinking yogis are a bit weird is nothing new (from humble sadahkas to spooky siddhas.) Exhibit 1, this lovely excerpt from a 14th century Indian play, these are the lines the author put into the mouth of a tantric thaumaturge: … Continue reading

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Dharana on Rock n Roll

The following poem is inspired by the 112 Dharana’s (meditations) described in the gorgeous versus of the Sri Vijnana Bhairava Tantra. This poem was composed on the flight home from Indonesia in November, where I rediscovered a part of myself … Continue reading

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Having a Blue Day

Lonely but not alone, deeply feeling the world…and it confounds me. No tears or rain yet still my head runs like diluted ink. Each day passes like years, each year passing in a day. I have no idea how best … Continue reading

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Dharana On Tinnitus

DHARANA ON TINNITUS Full Lotus on the Sheepskin Spine long and tall like a stem going deep down into the decaying muck snaking sweet perfume up to the crown eyes resting beneath the lids at Ajna Burning Samskaras A thread … Continue reading

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ELLIPSES

ELLIPSES The late afternoon sunshine knifes through the blinds of the western window, cutting bright lines across the desk where my head has been resting for hours. I awaken to find the stain of crimson wine spreading across the pages … Continue reading

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Shoe Gazing

Shoe Gazing (A First Chakra Poem) Extreme ectomorph I pray like a mantis Spine and ribs through thin skin clipped-wing shoulder blades poking beneath a black t-shirt from some long forgotten band. It’s a long way down to my feet, … Continue reading

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MAKING THE GRADE

MAKING THE GRADE I have faith that if I just keep trying really hard to do my best someday they will hang me with magnets at my wrists on that great refrigerator in the sky, a gold star stuck to … Continue reading

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