A Yoga Poem

This poem is inspired by the Philosophy of Yoga course I'm taking at Dharma Yoga Evanston. Thank you, fellow yogis, for inspiring grace and gratitude in me. Thank you for encouraging me to lose the ego. (And special thanks to Grant and Luna for hosting such a thought-provoking class! It's certainly accelerating my practice to new places.)

Limit Your Passion

I am no name,

not a yogi,

not a woman.

I offer nothing

and everything

to those I meet, I see

your desire

for my body, of knowing only

some impure,

imperfect

form you think-- is 

me      I am     the only

I am   what name? The body

is a vehicle toward enlightenment;

sense perception is limited.

It fails, mostly,

at love. Loving spiritually

blind; no love survives

that way. No love,

no, oh lust, lust after

another for I am

no name, no body.