Saturday, January 22, 2011

"Unto the Boundless Ocean of thy Beauty," by Samuel Daniel

Down to the Crossroads

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Down to the Crossroads



Probably Robert Johnson just went away
and practiced blues guitar.  The story
about the crossroads and the Devil
is a good one, though.  Hell
yes, let the Devil take the credit.
Let glamor glow in its seductive
light as you know playing better
came from playing a lot. Meanwhile,

when you're not playing, not telling
the tale, keep practicing and moving
and hope no one gets all poisonous
with envy. You know how they do:
If someone else does good, then
it has to be bad for them. People
need stories that are about more
than the hard work they do.
People need to hear the blues, too.


Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom

Yoga Poem #8

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Yoga Poem #8


Ill, I've had to be away from yoga.
It's like it's something over there now:
miles away. Hey, yoga! Ironically,

yoga's here. It's my body. Nothing
mystical about that, just fact. Yoga
is one's body doing yoga.

So when I yearn for yoga,
I'm really yearning for my body,
which is here, which is odd.

I'm yearning for my body to
behave in a certain way. After
I get well, I'm going to take my body,

which is yoga, to yoga.


Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom