The hero

Life is not like in the movies
If you challenge him
the hero will not persue you
to declare his forever love
You take a risk by asking this of him
All manner of practicalities will interfere
The story doesn't always have a happy ending

Radha

Catharsis

for Dave

Feeling your absence acutely this morning
silent unnoticed tears in yoga class
allowing myself to embrace this grief

Perhaps you did not take my invitation seriously
You like to keep the possibility of a visit
 always in the back of your mind

It is something you can push against
feeling strong in your ability to resist
following your compass; a path
previously laid

While I torture myself
with self inflicted dissapointment
having let myself wander into sweet anticipation
letting go of the strong voice of reason

These are old patterns and
I have tried to change them
from my side
to bravely hold to my independent life
to be strong and sensible

But my life flows forth from the heart
and the heart is a deeply tender
yet demanding place

Radha

Yoga Return

Lying on the mat again
returning to nourishing self
Aware of every muscle, every surface touching the floor
and not .... the hollows

Now sitting poised
central channel strong ; column of silver
water flowing ; regenerating
Aware of periphery
body open, empty, soft

Softening around the breath
Filling up and up to hold
pressing the edges of being
So Full
Breathe out and empty
devoid and still
floating, thirsting for air

Deliciously awake now
poses familiar, flowing
Alive, so alive and strong

Gently energy moves out from heart
aware of others; community breathing as one

Pull back the arrow
straight over the heart
The aim is true; pure thought
Let go and claim your truth

Radha

Moments, my love

Oh, I have moments, my love
Moments where my life here, my aloneness
seem empty and mysterious
when the brightly colored dress up clothes dissolve
revealing my nakedness
The carefully controlled yearning underneath
breaks through

I find myself standing at the window
as so often in the old days
I watch the driveway for your arrival
believing you are traveling toward me
My heart and soul reach out to snatch you to me
my mind grasping for a clear picture
of your eyes, your smile

Then the phone rings
rousing me from my reverie
Your voice from so far away
I plummet like a stone falling
your telephone persona all I hold
in my hands, my aloneness

Radha