“Bhava Yoga”

(Watercolor by Jane Kohut-Bartels)

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
All thought, reflection.

The fierce wind gets my attention.
I can not deny its primal force.

Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds imagination with memory,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.
==
We are like birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2014 (from Pitcher of Moon, Amazon.com, 2014)

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“Bhava Yoga”

“Dawn Geese”, watercolor, jane Kohut-Bartels, 2006

 

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

All thought, reflection.

 

The fierce wind gets my attention.

I can not deny its primal force.

 

Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga

Draws me within,

Feeds imagination with memory,

Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,

And I feel the pulse of the infinite.

==

We are like birds,

Clinging with dulled claws to

The swaying branches of life.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

 

 

“Bhava Yoga”, the Vibration of Love….

sky in the NorthEast, Jane Kohut-Bartels, June 25, 2012

 

Bhava Yoga

 

Morning’s roseate sky

blasted away,

branches now whirligigs

swirl with a fierce southern wind

making windows rattle in frames.

 

A tattered umbrella

shades  a relentless sun.

I listen to  Bhava Yoga

The vibration of Love,

where Imagination meets

Memory in the dark.

Yet surrounding these devotional tones

the world outside this music

conspires to disrupt, sweep away

any centered- down thought, reflection.

 

The fierce wind demands my attention.

It duels with energies

I am compelled to  attend.

 

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  birds,

Clinging with dulled claws to

The swaying branches of life.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels,

Copyrighted, 2012