“Bhava Yoga”….and alo and helló to readers in Romania and Hungary!

Very recently I decided to gather the poems of the last two years and see if they could be herded into a poetry book. My dear friend and comrade, Bill Penrose, is willing and able to do the formatting and with his efforts, this can be done. The book is gong to be very different for me: no tanka, no haiku, nothing Japanese…just freeverse, or what I hope is freeverse. The book will come out this spring, probably published by Lulu.com….and be titled: “Pitcher of Moon”.

I’ve had some health challenges lately, and I want to thank my dear friends, Bill, Bren Goode and Nick Nicholson. These three are the wind under my wings…always. I wouldn’t be much of a poet without their encouragement and support.

Lady Nyo

Bhava Yoga

Morning’s roseate sky
Has been blasted away,
Branches now whirligigs
Swirl with a fierce southern wind
As windows rattle in frames.

A tattered umbrella
Shades from a relentless sun.
I listen to Bhava Yoga
The vibration of Love,
Where imagination meets
Memory in the dark.
Yet surrounding these soothing tones
The world outside this music
Conspires to disrupt, sweep away
Any centered down thought, reflection.

The fierce wind demands my attention.

Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds memory with imagination,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.

Our lives are lived in the spheres of
Inside/outside
And we are like birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2013

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2 Responses to ““Bhava Yoga”….and alo and helló to readers in Romania and Hungary!”

  1. Gretchen Leary Says:

    Powerful end. Nicely done.

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    thank you, Gretchen. This poem was not well received when first posted, as I remember. But then again, perhaps some felt it obscure? It was a poem that was written outside in a heavy and scary wind storm. I couldn’t avoid what was happening with the elements outside, even though I was trying to write from an internal ‘place’…this Bhava Yoga disc playing and trying to measure the effects of it all.

    I don’t know….but! I do appreciate you reading and your comment. Some one thought the ending a ‘joke’ on a site….it certainly wasn’t. I decided this poem would not make the rounds again until I cleared up what made someone laugh….but I decided it really didn’t matter. It still stands as this inside/outside experience. can’t account for what others see.

    Jane

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