Yoga Poetry – Everything That Rises

Yoga Poetry – Everything That Rises

Rise up without fear

to the coffee and daylight

skimming the dark.

Rise through the remnants of the dream

where you are lost, all pay phones broken.

Rise toward the piano you haven’t played

for months, and place your hands

on the keys of your memory.

Play badly but loud, and let the ringing

rise through your arms.

Rise into the first slant of light breaking

across the living room floor

to coat the sleeping dog.

Open the door into the cold and run

to the passenger door to lean in

and start the car in your slippers.

Rush back inside and let the next

vessel warm for you as you dress and pause,

breathe into one still drop

of this raining life,

the air heavy enough to hold you.