Ah…today’s NaPoWriMo prompt invites us to try our hand at writing a hay(na)ku, which is sort of like a haiku, except the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three. Well, let’s do this…
Hay(na)ku for Easter
Going it alone
Zoom Video Chat
Meditate all day
Box of wine
Viva la internet
Hallelujah, rising sun.
And one more bonus hay(na)ku, from the unemployed yoga teacher…
Just Do It
Breathe out. Repeat.
More insight rather than foresight,
and I can feel what needs to be done
rather than rendering myself crazed
trying to strategize the rest of my life.
Breathe. Feel the home you live in,
this body, this heart beating.
There is so much wisdom here now.
The struggle is over; you are free.
You can slow down, breathe, relax
and enjoy now.
All your needs are met instantly,
before you even ask.
There is more love
than you’d ever know what to do with.
You are seen and heard and celebrated endlessly
for the gifts you bring.
You are truly wonderful; a miracle of existence.
Don’t worry, your mind doesn’t have to agree
in order for it to be true.
Don’t read this with your mind,
read it with your heart,
because your heart will know that it is true:
There is nothing missing in this moment,
and you are whole and complete as you are.
Don’t listen to your mind respond to what you just read!
You’ve got to hush that thing up, give it a vacation.
Say to your mind,
Yes, dear, I know, you don’t like this…
why don’t you take a nice hot bath or something?
Meanwhile, just run right out the back door,
get back to the love that is this moment.
It waits for you like the best lover you have ever known,
open, available, ready to give you everything,
if you just show up and allow yourself to be held.
Who am I?
I won’t answer
Woman, mother, yoga teacher,
hustling to make ends meet…
that’s just the identity
my society has programmed me to see.
Who AM I?
It’s better to ask,
Who am I not?
I am not this or that,
not anything that can be labeled.
The I within me existed
long before the universe sprang into being,
and will continue to last
long after the earth ceases to support life.
I am not young or old,
I am not success or failure.
I am unnameable, timeless,
stillness in motion,
particle and wave both.
I am being and nonbeing,
formlessness within form,
the void inside matter,
the light inside darkness,
birth within death.
I am neither sound nor silence,
neither desire nor the fulfilment of desire.
There is no place that I exist
and there is no place that I do not exist.
In the smallest particle of my self
the Universe finds its center
and spins into being.
I am nothing and everything all at once,
no beginning, no end.
Then the small creature in me says,
Yes, yes, all of this sounds great,
but I still need to sleep.