Illustration: The Magazine of Yoga
Poet in residence
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
Wind come upon me
traveling angle of rushing light
across the pond as I look
up, over my reaching fingers,
my arms a bent heron about to
lift from the water. My face
the sun just over the cusp
of trees or summer. My torso turning
to stretch, a wheel of time
caught in its happy display,
a clock of stories held out,
offered above and below
by the eager goldfinches,
my hands – rays of long, sharp light
of the almost set sun, my eyes
steady as water, my feet planted
like a good bridge across
a river of stones. I turn even.
I breathe in angles of roots. Triangle,
this new tree, happy in the rocking
night, already here in the space between
the long branches of the aging day.
Reprinted with permission of the author
from Landed (Mammoth Publications, 2009).
Triangles open us up, bringing our hearts forward and our bodies in alignment with the earth and sky. Spend some time in Triangle, and then pull up a chair or a seat on the floor and start writing about:
- what you’re reaching for in this pose
- what holds you up
- what it means to “breathe in the angles of roots”
Beginning a writing practice? Getting started, groundrules to free you, and podcasts of other writing prompts. Visit Caryn’s Write From Your Life page (http://carynmirriamgoldberg.wordpress.com/write-from-your-life/)
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