MOST BEAUTIFUL OBLIVION
If I could do nothing
with my days,
I would be content
to sit idly by;
bask in the nothingness,
never complain
or wish for more.
I would be simple,
drink sweet tea;
eat almond cookies,
Watch my cat
linger in the sun;
endeavoring
to be like him.
If I could do nothing
I would savor
the warmest breeze,
walk amongst
lilies of the valley;
and just revel
in their intoxication.
I would flee
like an eagle,
never worry
or come undone;
my days would
be carefree,
my nights starry.
Birds would be
my serenade,
I would listen
instead of talk;
I would see
with closed eyes,
and deeply feel
with all my senses.
If I could do nothing
with my days,
I would make
every moment count;
express my gratitude
to everyone I love,
never taking for granted
my fleeting freedom.
I found a local yoga journal and they take poetry submissions. I think this poem would be appropriate to send to them, it seems to speak yoga. Namaste to all on this beautiful Thursday and remember to treat your body and mind as temples.
OUT OF BODY
Within the twilight of my sleep,
We mirror each others likeness.
We are expansive, one
With the eagle, flying high;
Free falling through space
Amidst the clouds connected to
The sky that is our blue vista.
Diving through the unbiased air,
We hover above the summit,
No gravity yet drawn upward.
Half awake amid delusions and dreams,
The breeze brings me down to earth;
Reminding me I am caught between
My own philosophical heaven,
And reality to which I must return.
© Rose Bruno Bailey
