Doing yoga on the front lawn, facing the highway
Raggedy oversized sweatsuit, bleached navy blue
Early on any Saturday morning, early spring or late fall of the year
The only folks up gotta reason to be
Coming home from a graveyard shift
Or, rushing off to make an early one
Probably running just a little late by now
Neighbors coming on and off the highway
In and out of the neighborhood
Passing the Bum deep in meditation
Taking in all the universe
Caught in the middle of a warrior’s pose transition
What is he doing? How peculiar!
What a weirdo!?!
The Dharma knows and embraces all of life’s vibrations.
It acknowledges and accepts all thoughts and judgements.
Of the neighbors,
and the world.
Overtaken by the flow of energy through the universe.
Surrounded by neat single-family dwellings,
and the maze of infrastructure.
The Bum releases himself.
Solitary and static, sinking into downward dog.
Spinning into nothing and everything.
The Dharma uncontrollably passes through all of time and all of space.
An alarm sounds from a cell phone.
The oven is ready for cinnamon roll.
Them boys sure do love cinnamon rolls!
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