Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ashram Day

Once I would have had to explore the entire landscape
Summit all the tree frilled hills
Swim every morning in the warm earthy lake
Surrounded by lotus flowers and crocodiles

Now I am content to sit eating cashew nuts
Watching the rain, smelling things getting wet
Hearing the sounds of India blasted from temple speakers
My body pulled about by yoga like frazzled wool
Loose, bunching together

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