yogi's winter tao

Young winter's breath drawn from the tepid well
of daily schedules, is more hectic than years ago.
Bucket of breath dips into the globally warmed
pool of atmosphere and violent disturbances.

Still a delicate crystaline outbreath spills
out into the still of a silent night, moist exhales
aspirate a twinkling in early morning's chills.

There is yet that tug which recognizes community.
"Good morning" 's seem especially neighborly,
my gaze turns kinder, consideration hangs in the air.
The harmony in the heart is seasoned by the breath,
invigorated and yielding to the relationship between
the soul we call ourselves and knowing that we all
are brothers and sisters breathing the same breath
for thousands of years.
More than other seasons, our energy turns inward,
nourishing our heart, external focus is plowed under.

The solar yang is birthed by the galactic yin.
Winter solstice aligns along an axis with the north star.
The cold germinates the seed of the southern cross.
Religious holidays coincide with the nadir of sunlit days
as the celestial firmament is testament to what falls
to earth. Our lengthened night breathes out across
the northern hemisphere while far from New York,
the earth inhales its antipodean season.
Somewhere a powerful love is born.

Climate change will not forestall the heralded coming
of light. Whether longer days will provide succor for
others or solace for myself is a question of balance,
dark to light, warmth from cold.
Wintering is what kindles the fire in our hearts.


Namaste,
:)oh~


Holiday schedule:

Class resumes next Wednesday, 12/27, 7pm.

There is class Sunday, 12/31, 10:30am.
Long final exhales of the year, letting go of 2006.

In January, beginning 1/5/2007,
Fridays will start an early morning, 7am class!
Folks interested please let me know
so I know who's coming.

Namaste,
:)oh~