The jungle beat pulsing
Through vertical canopies
Whispers secrets to my heart
So potent I stand from Siddhasana
To churn my hips like water:
I lost my taste for stillness.
A breeze through the Shala doors
Carries the scent of Cassia
Pulls me toward the forest.
Drishti softens, now I can see
Rainbows at the tips of my eyelashes.
Aqualene light refracted
From the depths of blues below
Are those fish scales or dragonfly wings?
It's both, and they dance
In an irridescent knowing.
Like the ashram, no need for shoes here
But the planks aren't polished, waxed
The river laughs between board-slats
Splinters, holes, sounds
Quiet steps are the meditation.
Stoic, still silence
No longer appeals.
There is a holiness to the midnight Gibbon-howl
And listening evokes more presence
Than the smoke of incense in the temple.
The droning of cicadas
Now holds more meaning than mantras
In fact, enlightenment is just over that hill
Beyond the bamboo shoots
Cracked in two by elephant feet.
More of Jessie's poems, stories and Reflections from the 2024 Jungle Thai Yoga Retreat here.
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