Teaching Yoga Confession Blues

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Teaching Yoga Confession Blues

why is it called teaching
as though we were at school
being moulded for the dollar men to use
and discard

for me it’s
a sharing
as compelled by nature as a breeze

you see
I have this joy
it’s something to do with
humming blood and a wild truth
in the nerves’ ageing
and old time melting
into the one and many
which together dance
a twisting gigue
for a while
in a place
able to say
this that

I have this joy
it’s in you too
that’s why my finger points
how and where
it does
to laughte
and I teach nothing
but live like a swaying sign
busking the streets
contemplation rooms
cyberspaces and dreams
speaking this language and that
even being loved and loving.

I said to them
yoga is just great
even the body bending
in delight and rhythm
humming like its inner rivers
and the eye’s picture seen
at midnight in the woods
with moon and owl
and the smell of leaf mould
that earthiness
i wanted to share
for no other reason
than to be rich with love
and the serpentine wave
pushing up through the body
making space and quiet
come so spicy
to the mind
that I want to share
If only to be rich
in beautiful and terrible sights

and the rhythms of speech
dancing the stories
because it’s as human as breath
that I want to share
if only to be rich in music

and being still
as it’s said
to know
the whole swirling
of mandala-falling life
this I want to show
so as to be rich
with the sweetness of your knowing
and your bursting into dance

even as dead bats
fly out of you
and you smell old smells
re-play the film your skull invented
when your arms circled madly
and a moment’s equilibrium
burst into light space
and a vastness of ease
this I wanted to share
and stroke you in your pain
to be rich in our meeting

in some ways it’s a life-want
bursting into dance
for fun and melting
and high and low intensity
making me rich in life

ah the gift of a beloved
ready to go deep
in love and unravelling
savouring the passing
this I wanted to dane
for you to see
to be richer in my own passing

I have this joy

Pete Yates