poem by Malcolm McLean ©2021 Malcolm McLean
In our yoga classes, we sometimes practice the Maha Bandha (the Great Lock) posture. Here is a poetic take on it.
In the midst of the play
Of breath and gravity,
In lines of effort and awareness,
Of bandhas held and loosed…
When this channel is set
And the energies flow,
What energy is
Flowing
Through your sushumna?
Not nada indeed,
And today that energy could be named and traced,
Examined and reflected upon:
Sorrow,
one part regret,
One part chagrin and one part
Fear of my own demise;
Useless thing, can’t be denied.
Just observed, and released
Through tears and breath
Into limbo,
Where all thoughts and memories will follow.
One day,
But not today.