Poem of the Month: February 2009

Yoga Mudra

The head bows to the wisdom of the heart.
The third eye kisses the ground,
sees deeply into the core, the kernel, that seedling
of clarity, of knowing what you know
without having to know a thing.

Here is where you set aside
petty grievances and monkey mind,
where you cast away the iron, the weight
of waiting for the perfect moment,
the ideal conditions, the fantasy -
bowing instead to the is-ness of this,
our only real business here.

Here is where you take a bow,
celebrate what’s going right -
how the right ventricle and the left ventricle
speak to each other without interrupting,
how the whole heart reaches up through the hands,
and how the hands do the work
of healing what was broken.

Written for Evolution by Jena Strong
February 2009