Spinal Breath (a poem)

A poem by Carly Sachs, a Renaissance-lady who I completed my yoga teacher training with. For more information on Carly and her work, please check out her website The Why and Later.


Spinal Breath

for Dinabandu and Ila


This morning

the red trees

in the cemetery,

now watching three women skip

stones across the lake,

as if we are water,

imagine the ripples

from these tiny acts,

lifting an arm or a leg

and placing it somewhere

new.



What could you let skim

 the surface, and what

would you allow

to travel

your entire length

down,

as you invite the breath

to necklace

the spine, what treasures

waiting

in the jewel box

of body,

what ecstatic message

tucked in the bottle

of mind,

now still,

simply

arriving.