The Poetic Body Yoga Studio-
Yoga for the Rhythm of Life
“I Stand” by Caroline Plummer
I stand as a mountain, rooted, unwavering stillness, in the face of life's changes. Changes of mind, body and nature; periods of light and dark, vivid color and dull drabness; I have weathered storms, high wind, cold rain, and I have been touched by the sun. I savour these moments of stillness, uplift, as my arms melt gently off my shoulders, my neck climbs upwards, gravity is a mooring place for my feet, and in between a miraculous thing is happening. My spine is beginning to breathe, filling with light and air, overflowing, from the vast expanses of my inner self. I stand.
"The Body Poetic" by Larry Holgerson
If we could silence the clamor upstairs monkey minds mad maundering then maybe, perhaps - we could hear the breath-centered poetry of the body. the aching stretch of sinew the raging roar of blood through red & blue plumbing the burbling of fluids down bladders & bellies the slow squeak of synovial fluid where bones teeter & totter the yawning arch of bone & its delighted recoil the rushing current of air enflaming the blaze at the core & always the exhilarated drummer at the fires edge keeping the body dancing forcefully with gravity. If we could hear the body poetic,
beyond the clatter of thoughts that worry incessantly about who we are,
we would know so much more about what we are.
“Poetry of Movement” by Caroline Plummer
We are porous in our body’s natural state wind, water, air, space
We are falling, now flying, at play with gravity’s gentle laughter weaving its way around our limbs.
The earth The breath We are grounding, grounded, ground
Strings Being moved head, sternum, elbow, hand, knee, foot, waist, ankle, pelvis.
These strings pull me Unpredictably Violently Gently Beautifully The contradictions of Push and pull Drop and lift Collapse, glide, desire...
Allowing our heads to fall from us give my head to you forwards and over I tip this precious vessel in trust over your body over mine release to the ground.
“To Dance” by Caroline Plummer
To take and empty space An empty mind An empty body And fill it with life Explosions of energy Poetry of movement To give mind over body In a glorious moment Of spontaneous self To dance...
I have fern frond legs And a seaweed spine
I am a babbling brook Running through soft mossy banks I am floating out to sea In a hundred different pieces.
Here it is again The voluptuous flow Between conscious and unconscious Sliding and flying Earth and sky. I pour myself across parts of my body I have never felt before As I follow momentum In her beautiful undulating arcs
And I am gravity’s slave no longer. Instead I play with him I tempt and provoke him In all I do.
I am the sculptor’s clay. A sensitized awareness An exhilarated being