Delivered

Yoga does some weird stuff to my brain as well as to my body.

During relaxation tonight, on completion of the session, I lay on my mat and had the strangest sense of blowing a tiny bubble, like the kind you make from washing up liquid. It stayed close to my lips, as if attached, while I breathed and emptied my mind. I had the distinct feeling of the bubble growing larger, windows of the room reflected in pastels on its elastic surface until, with one last effortless puff, I entered the bubble, suspended in its own atmosphere, no gravity, like floating or flying. I was a tiny person inside this bubble. Me looking in at me. Very strange but incredibly soothing and peaceful. As awareness was brought back to the room I was gently delivered from the bubble which just vanished.

It sounds very ‘new-age’ or as if I was on something. But I’m too practical to be an old hippy and I wasn’t ‘on’ anything.

It was a pretty amazing place to be.

I felt wobbly after my delivery but the sense of it is still with me.

I wrote this as soon as I arrived home.

Barely parted pout to puff a tiny silent bubble shimmering invisibly so microscopic in its non-appearance just a touch of pink and palest blues reflected windows on its stretching skin slow expanding with each exhalation larger growing still attached at source as breaths fill deeper and begin the sinking into centre of a universe unseen elastic in its welcoming invitation to a deeper breath sufficient to expel the self into the globe now grown resumed the womb umbilically connected by a barely parted pout and puffs expanding to accomodate I’m inside out no pressure from lost gravity awaiting with each further in and out for bubble to returm my breath upon the rest and in completion then deliver me

 

Earthed

There was a meditation waiting there this evening

Like a calling to my inner, jaded soul,

A quiet time, a silent time, no thunder,

Unplugged moments, vested in the whole.

There was a blissful time awaiting when I got there,

After exercise, manipulations, poise,

There was a special room with mats and scented candle,

Aromatic with defeated noise.

There was a benediction bathing while I moved there,

Mere murmurs in my mind, released, slowed time,

Baptism of my body, with deep breathing,

Mind, spirit, earthed again, fine-tuned and realigned.

Linked

Face to face, cross-legged sit, with hands clasped,

Tho’ miles of distance far away, apart,

Eyes closed in the moments, breathing deeply,

Link to link in silenced minds and hearts.

Energy in ether, surging outwards,

Feel it, see it, with an inner eye,

Distance void, communing in the spirit,

Pulsing love ‘tween earth and us and sky.

Flight Lessons

I soared there

for a second

in time,

hovered briefly

in the millenia

of consciousness,

eagle-eye internal

to the words

found wanting,

glided on an updraft,

invisible to view,

felt in the breeze,

spiralled to gravity’s

reckless abandonment,

pulled up

short

before the crash

obliterating

reality’s

nonsense.

I  flew then

for a while,

lost to reason’s

purpose,

bathed in light

sharp against

my retina,

colours faded

to acute contrast,

rods only,

no cones.

A blink in time,

a truth eternal,

flight lessons

remembered,

regeneration of

cause.

Silence

Silence rings louder than bells,

Peals, so no one can tell

Whether other exists

Or if life has been missed.

Silence may send you to hell.

 

Silence tinkles at times

With portents played out on chimes

Of varying range.

Will anything change

Silence, if life no longer rhymes?

 

Silence, I covet it so.

In quiet, I feel myself grow

In various ways,

Not always portrayed,

Silence lets my soul know.

 

Silence sings in my being

A melody I find freeing,

The cares of the day

Soon filter away when

Silence reveals what I’m seeing.

 

Silence, unfathomable, strange

In a world of cacophony, range

In my bustling brain

Screaming over again

Silence, from life, will estrange.

 

Silence sought by another

Covers a heart and may smother

A soul with a goal,

A purpose, a whole.

Silence provoked by a lover.

 

Silence, you are a friend.

In quietude, all hearts may mend

While seeking a reason

For purpose in season.

Silence, explain and so tend.

Peace

Antithesis of chaos,

Peace – an easy loss.

Pretend the state

And softly wait,

Rotational, aspire,

Subliminal expectation and desire,

While worlds on worlds do spin,

Cloaked in meditation, peaceful soul to win.

Extruding all extraneous, cacophony and din,

Like hammered metal, steel on tin.

Peace; hand stroked, velvet-like, on moss.

Dawn

Restful calm,

Sunstreaked balm,

Flimsy curtained bright,

Promises of hours ahead, being blessed and filled with light.

Silent occupation, intruding far-off sounds,

Words that flow on paper, as heart so faintly pounds.

Dedicated time, invocation to the host,

Prayerful meditation, no pride or senseless boast.

Solace in the silence; to God, a joyous toast,

Blessed be light, encroaching – filling heart, the most.

Minutes tick so slowly, while dawn ensures no harm.