BREATHING EXERCISES

July 3, 2015

She won’t roll away & not watch me.

Y’see, I won’t  seem to take…

When I dream (or wake),

To take  another breath before

The scene fades, before

Lights go up,

Then down  to more of a zoom.

She waits in our bedroom for me to resume.

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II.

We went to go to a yoga class.

Where a barefooted, hair-pleated group leader;

Beautiful, and calmer than a

Merciful last coma,

She insisted that our  deep breath  is

The gist of all of it  (within, & out).

We rearrange the short & tall of it.

The Gist to change the depth, see,

Of our sea of possibility.

When we inhale

We re-memorize  our own gods.

We exhale our hell.  barefoot.  on a mat.

Whew. To that.

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III.

When I get to go to the Gulf of Mexico

I’ll try out the drink,  1st thing.

I’ll try not to think when I try to let go

&  sink when I  deadman’s float  all day,

Into what I think of as a spiritual drift, in a way.

I’ll hold onto my own  breath,

Face down,

Head down.

Image

(painting,David Hockney)

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(FROM July 1, 2014/  On holiday again/  Later on, my fine blog community et al)