Joyful Woman
For Megan-Marie

She places a hand on the tree, lovingly
Closing her eyes to open
Eye…
Casts her mind within its knobby trunk and at ONCE
Is carried into flowing alchemy--
Earthy-heaven currents mingling-musing;
Sky-songs burrowing to ground, uplifting sighs of core and creation.
She trembles into, with every branch, alighting in every leaf
And her smile—happy hue/seraphic symbol—
Sparkles and blossoms, like a flower tended adoringly by stars, whirling on a face
That is the wedding bed of Jubilance & Grace.
She opens her dazzled eyes, awe pouring forth to bridle,
Gratitude to tree!
She moves close, arms surrounding, petting with a kiss
This sacred-song of a creature…melting; blurring flesh and wind;
A fizzling and fervour; testament to the tousle--Truth…
She returns to her mat laid on the grass
And takes in the hearty environs of the park,
Proud nymph of lambent land,
Surveying the possibilities of this paradise:
The gamboling giggles of children surrendered to play,
The magical musical that birds put on in infinite acts,
The boisterous bloom of verdant.
She breathes in deeply
Air and everywhere—
Her eyes keen, her smile soft, a murmuring fire churning
In a thrill and throb of impassioned centre
Knowing that this peace bestowed here is something
She will spend her entire life fighting for, tending,
Growing its light.
She kneels down, composing her legs to either side of her hips, rising the wick atop her spine to be lit divine, shoulders rolling back--waterfalling, chest pulsing forward as flag, flaxen hair billowing in the wind as ode--to freedom, beauty wise and timeless
Virasana: embarking on the heroic journey of the great weaving, cajoling harmony, the luminous will inspired to make oneness, eternally…
She caresses her breath by the deep, loving pull of her belly,
As if licking a lover; as if a finger perusing scripture.
She rises above the rushing rivers of thought, levitates as witness beyond them,
Ah, free, she gasps within, lighting the incense of a secret smile…
Coalesced, she opens again to the world outside, beaming with breath, focused on
Everything…
She comes to standing at the top of her mat, allowing her awareness to pour into the tributaries of light weaving her being into sweet symphony; feeling the rush-ripple-revelry of body acknowledged; of fully-embraced. She suckles the Earth below with the arches of her feet; her heart hoisted; her spine, assuaged by luminous awareness, lengthens its bridge between heaven and earth.
Channels open and flood with starry arias, that nimbly kiss and tickle the seeds of wisdom planted in her body, crying out, ecstatically, for wakefulness…her eyes shining as the joy of her nature is a ‘revealing, and that smile (of course, of course…)
Tadasana:
the zephyr tickles her in test and testament, cooing as it rubs her aura, finding no flinch or bewitchdom by its touch, but only the slightest of slight gravity-defiant lips, curling upwards, in quiet, breathy hello
mountainous, myriad, marvelling…she.
She enters into the flow of asana; the ocean of mastery; the sequential initiations roused when mind comes into the grooves of body, and sighs electric abound:
SUN is saluted,
With reverent songs of gliding limbs, opening heart, lunging faith, growing heat, fervent will…She morphs into warriors, with the keenest of smiles lighting her eyes that shoot beyond fingertips in lazer-guided gaze that would hold their focus despite any distraction, aspiring to be unconditional, to lift the laden with a look that says I will not waver in my belief in you…
Wars burning away by the fire of love…
She wrings her spine, twisting, tousling, trysting her body and mind in a dazzling dance; a joy ever-glowing in all the triumphs of knowing in body despite the challenging stiffness, the frolicking with blockages, both psychic and muscular…
I will not waver in my belief in you…only this time it’s for herself…
Not a pose that can pull her away from Her;
Not a sensation that can glue her to judgment,
Not a thought than can dissuade her from NOW
Simply
An effervescent
Burning-blazing passion
To be fully and completely
Ultimate
In the face of All.

The Sun passes some and gradually her union dance slows, flows
Into grounded fragrances emitted by the nourished lotus flowers celebrating her spine;
Slowly finding herself in the stillness in corpse pose (savasana)—the tomb-womb that arcs into the unknown to rebirth the body-mind in the haunting gesture of end…
And yet,
Her dynamism is everthere as she ardently surrenders her body to the melt,
Steadying her mind in expansive space,
Nimbly soaring overtop seas of thoughts, freeeeeeeeeee.
In this stillness comes the noise that is per usually noiseless, hid in the muck of the mundane race of minds and mazes, yet
Here, where all maelstrom is released, the lurking in the shadows inevitably finds itself shown: she feels thusly the soft moan of a youthful aspect, an innocence
Unlearned in how to leap from the crackling nest and believe the wisdom of wings;
He was supposed to teach me…she says to a phantom that passes like a comet across her inner-world
And all at once, the wounds howl in a convolution of anger, betrayal, misery, Longingness dismays her
Surrounded by a blanket of tremulous fragility, she begins to run,
Her deep shakes, the moans of her innocence conflagrate into cries…
But then, when all seems so lost and abandoned and the darkness reaches a seeming triumph, a glint of light shines in, a straight and fierce luminous line from above
She stops her rampant legs as the light hits the convergence between brows
And she streams with the light to its origin, up and up, to a blazing radiance
Of a thousand suns, and the knowing that
This
Is
What She Really Is
As she hears the sound of her breath, like an oceanic murmur, tumbling in and out
I will not waver….
The cries return to moaning and then,
To tender sniffles
As she sees herself
As lost, little girl, cocooned with knees pressed in defense to chest
She bends down and parts the flaxen hair her of this little one, rubs a tear away
As she meets the shivering eyes of her lost innocence
With that starstruck smile of hers
Raising the same in this girl.
She wraps infinite arms round her
Holding her, melting her into her heart
Feeling what was stagnant move again through her
Wholeness…
She opens her eyes unto the world
And meets the rays of the Sun—of the Father
Shining on her face
And she feels him present in the warm
Brimming on her skin
She rustles her limbs gently
Turns to a side to nestle in fetal position
Loving herself up to a seat
She marvels at the world around her, the beauty that can never be fully expressed
And she smiles
Sounding the joy within
Knowing that there’s not a thing
that can persuade her
otherwise…
not…
a…
thing…
…that can waver her belief…