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Journey Pages, The Hugger Mugger Yoga Blog

category "Yoga Poetry"

We’re fortunate to have Kansas’s poet laureate on board as a regular blogger. These are her poems, either directly related to yoga practice, or related to yoga’s bigger purpose.

Yoga Poetry – The Slant of Everything

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on January 30, 2014 |

Sun_beams_through_cloudsYoga Poetry – The Slant of Everything Always just to your right, an angle at sunset or slashing down from the pilot light of the clouds, the slant of everything. Sometimes, no danger, just heat lightning and crickets to echo the humidity. Sometimes everything lifted on one sudden breeze, surprisingly cold as it slants through the summer opening between day and night. The golden west calls past the horizon ahead.

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Yoga Poetry: Speaking to the Wind

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on December 24, 2013 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry Speaking to the Wind Where are you now, wind, when you’re everywhere? Jack rabbit of shadow, rustle of dry grass. Then it’s night, and you sweep through the center of tree or field, your hands too in love with what their wrists do when dancing.   What unfolds its wet wings in the shimmer only to be dried into flight by you? What climbs a happy slope of

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Yoga Poetry: Finding the Question

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on December 11, 2013 |

yoga poetryFinding the Question Is it the wind from the cedars brushing the wet ground, the nests of the wrens tucked into the rock’s eve? Is it the storm over the horizon willing the dark night to lighten with change? Is it the old love unrequited still burning underground, the bitterness of what I wish I didn’t say or lose threading through branches in winter? from the branches in winter? Is

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In Gratitude

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on October 14, 2013 |

gratitudeIn Gratitude The wind thanks you, unfurling over the worn horizon so it can billow into night. The stars too, whether talismans of light dying or just being born, behind the small birds arriving or staying behind, who balance gratefully on thin branches of the coming winter. The squirrel in the field, the hidden fox, the mammals under and over ground, find a way out of no way. The world

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Yoga Poetry – Do You Know Where You’re From?

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on July 30, 2013 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry Do You Know Where You’re From? Blue falling off its ledge the expanse collapsing into pale rain or nothing but sun. Do you know where you’re from?   The sea-shaped gullies break or gap. The herd lost in the woods that should be in the field. The scalloped rises formed by wind or its absence. Do you know where the motion originates in a field of big bluestem,

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Spring Yoga – A Poem by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on May 28, 2013 |

vernal yogaSpring Yoga – A Poem by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg Pre-Vernal Yoga Class Look at the tips of branches: green buds almost ready The grass newly shaggy. Bundles of miniature hands, pale purple, just opening their palms into lilac.   The damp sky wants to evaporate itself pure blue. The four women in this mid-day yoga class want to soar into strong arrows and subtle warriors   but it’s still pre-vernal: everything,

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Step Out of Your Own Way

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on April 10, 2013 |

step out of your own wayStep Out of Your Own Way So easy to forget how to walk through your thoughts, to let the weather in your head erase the weather threading itself, right now, through the trap lines of the wind, the tunnels of quiet between the rushing grasslands. So simple to stop seeing what time wants to show you. On the edge of the train’s calling, a whistle half lost in the merciful

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Yoga Poetry for Spring

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on March 13, 2013 |

yoga poetryYoga Poetry for Spring Welcome You come through the gate, and your life on earth begins: green wavering into the hue of early spring, the growing heat pouring leaf into form just as you did, are doing, will do with lack, rain, rivers, kisses, wind, and horizons that come each turning. You stand up in your dream, lean on the fence, look wide toward the lights spilled across the black

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Yoga Poetry: Who I Didn’t Know I Was

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on February 4, 2013 |

yoga propsYoga Poetry: Who I Didn’t Know I Was I didn’t know I was a runner, even in one-minute spurts between long walks on uneven sidewalks. I didn’t know I could balance upside down in the middle of the day, sometimes without the friendly wall to help me. I didn’t know I could reach beyond the aching hamstrings to hold the lonely foot in my happy hand. I didn’t imagine the

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Love Dissolves My Name

posted by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg on December 13, 2012 |

loveLove Dissolves My Name It doesn’t happen all at once. It happens instantaneously. It takes and leaves everything. When love comes, the storylines dissolve: no longer you against the odds or your worth drowning in undercurrent voices that you thought birthed you. The false bottom drops out and you fall right through what you thought essential to your survival but what, over time, turned to paper scaffolding. Now you can

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