Yoga Poetry
Then It’
s Over
The blue breaks through
the setting clouds, an old fire,
while the field lays down
its colors for the night.
Sky tumbles over itself
day to night, tension to calm.
What we think happened,
and what no one but the wind saw--
all lost to the first falling star.
Nothing hurts for a moment.
Those you love shine
whether still here or long gone.
A wide darkness envelopes
the world, takes your hand,
and shows you where to stop
looking and where to start.
