talking too much
Tonight I was the only one yoga-ing in the living room of the house where I go to yoga. Asking the instructor for some variation I got a lecture. He seemed, as he often seems, more concerned with being a teacher than what is learned. So I refused to do well to secretly invalidate his method of instructing.
But then deep breaths, and forgetting everything to sustain an ovular void between collar and pelvic wall. A clean empty; no discomfort, only the discipline of its maintenance.
[And I said to her once, You don't know what a catch I am. But things are better now, they feel so good with her. I'm not trying to prove anything, and so it happens that magnetic clusters find simple resolutions of push and pull.]
At breakfast a friend who wants me to act as the image we've co-created (me by defense, she by admittance) of myself: something wild and wise. But I don't feel it and it fails.
So much invested in presentation; but how easy self can be; debris in a whirlwind.
But then deep breaths, and forgetting everything to sustain an ovular void between collar and pelvic wall. A clean empty; no discomfort, only the discipline of its maintenance.
[And I said to her once, You don't know what a catch I am. But things are better now, they feel so good with her. I'm not trying to prove anything, and so it happens that magnetic clusters find simple resolutions of push and pull.]
At breakfast a friend who wants me to act as the image we've co-created (me by defense, she by admittance) of myself: something wild and wise. But I don't feel it and it fails.
So much invested in presentation; but how easy self can be; debris in a whirlwind.