A Bikram Poem: Savasana

Here we are, feeling

like letting go
submerged in the submerged
layer of the dream
which we don’t realize is strange
until we wake. Multiplicity
forms in waves, pausing
and unpausing the life.
Can you hold open
your eyes? Can you hold,
open, or situate time?
Letting it rest in the way
your body sinks,
and is held,
the floor,

you are held

by your own mind

above the wide pool,

the widening ocean

of thoughts, constant

threat looming.
Leave what isn't meant

for here. Leave what isn't yours alone.

Be here, alone,

where you cannot hold,

open, or situate time,

though you try.

What is meant to be right now

is nothing, is perfect,

is simply you.