The Song of Kirtan

I lean in

I lean over

hunched

Head hanging low with my

Furrowed brows in weeping grief

I feel the heart swell

open and gush, coated with a river of emotion.

From the river of devotion.

I resist

this resistance is sad

and makes me feel

feel

feel every one's

pain

in the whole entire world.

While,

I am trying

to help

myself.

In my rounded back

as an old woman's

struggling to walk right,

and move forward

I search inward.

Find the Light

and make it through another

four minutes

staying healthy.

What is this pain I feel?

This war of a thousand years? within me

and in each tiny piece of air?

around me.

through me.

taking me.

I walk through this life feeling the line that curves

through the middle of the yin and yang.

It is never black or white for me.

I dance within the gray

flowing as that river,

I paint the muddy colors of existence.

Dark and light browns with

streaks of red.

Dirty orange.

Grey-blues.

In through my nose

and

an exhale is

the wind

around me.

It never gets in

all the way...

or out for that matter.

My struggle with

Staying

healthy.

And what is the goal exactly?

Shape and tone?

Clean and vital?
The perfect Light?

How long does the journey inward exist?

How long does this screen play last?

Not long

once you close up,

turn the lights off

let go,

walk out

be the spectrum.

Feel the Light

that is

you.