Greetings Zoom Yoga goers, and those who practice on their own! Here is a poem I read this week in classes, when my internet bandwidth was weak– and thus words dropped! I offered the poem in the context of all of us taking time away from the challenges of living in this particular moment, in the sense of finding inner refuge. Yoga, a practice of discovering the place of non fragmentation, of communoin within ourselves could provide a deep sense of Inner Home; Marie Howe’s poem has resonance for me in relation to this pursuit. Hope this finds each who reads these words well. For those in the Zoom classes, I will be sending the next link email soon, with some encouraging news about better connectivity!

   (after Stephen Hawking)

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?

so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money—

nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alone

pulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.   Remember?
There was no   Nature.    No
them.   No tests
to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf    or if

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were
— when we were ocean    and before that
to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was
liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all — nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it?
what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb      no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming with

is is is is is

All   everything   home

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These fellows reorganized themselves it seems, just outside the yoga shrine! They were sitting side by side, and now one leans with joy into the other. Their intimacy seems especially poignant in the days of distancing. The heart rock arrived along the river, and Jillian planted with the enlightened duo.