Yoga A Dance Of Gypsy Spirits Poem by Larry Lynn

Part 1

When YIN Hatha Will, YANG Hatha Way

Introduction:

ADAGIO!
said Sam, a Barber, to his strings
who wed Savasana to her beloved
Pranayama, breathlessly waiting
for her to relax in his waiting arms.

she did

deeply reveling in Ravel's
ultimate crescendo of Bolero
their thoughts without body
meditating in a Methodist Church
no dancing sugar plums -
just asanas -
marching six by six, erect postures,
along the Ridge of the Road,
relaxing deeply,
concentrating on a Panorama
still barefoot bodies
sitting, standing, kneeling
all cross armed
cross legged
breathing - breathing -
s l o w l y b r e a t h I n g

Pranayama
copulating with
Savasana
from Dawn's early light
Till Dark's endless night,
Love's song they sang
in silence
when Yin met Yang.

Yoga, The Love-Dance of Gypsy Spirits

Part 2

Dusk

slowly slipped
towards
deeply dark
abysmal night
Savasana seeing nothing,


sightless, seeking solace

relaxing -

Savasana so steeped
in savasana
itself

Savasana

stood erectly,

soundless,

silent -

one

l o n g

s i n g l e

note,
s u s t e n u t o -
s u s t e n - n - n - n - n - u t o o o o o o o h
breath less ly
h e l d

embraced in pranayama

while Asanas

manipulated their arms, legs, neck, spine

all arranged in flowing, fluid line

flowing smoothly like luscious wine

Pranayama praying posturing
a s s o r t e d

a
s
a
n
a

s

Kundalini singing chants
chanting solemn sounds of sirens' songs
in these soundless silent nights
where
Pranayama
meets
Savasana
until
Ashtanga
rises
in blazing majesty.