[anger] when a nice solstice day turns sour

the day began
with soft solstice light,
tibeten yoga,
shimmering tears:
a mixture of sadness,
& gratitude to be alive.

may you move in harmony;
may you speak in unison;
let our mind be equanimous like in the beginning;
let the divinity manifest in your sacred endeavors. 


the longing to find union
of polarities
is finding expression
through ambition…
om, shanti, shanti, shanti.
may you unfold your being
through folded hands.

gentleness and peace came crashing down,
all at once.
“hey girl! you, girl!”
“come on baby, i ain’t gunna bite!”
“unless you want me to.”

head down,
walk faster.
“damn, come on, girl.”
i shout, “leave me alone.”
“aw, naw. come on, baby. whats the worst that could happen?”

the smell of stale
only arrives after
his hands
on my arm.

i shout:

i hear his body hit the pavement,
gravel under sneakers,
the thud of weight against unforgiving concrete,
the sound of air knocked out of lungs.

under a blue sky,
a solstice sun,

refuge of a crowded restaurant,
hiding tears behind sunglasses,
thanking god for uber.

this is not at all, how i saw this going.

i commit, to make myself into a healthy, peaceful, joyful and loving human being.
through every action of mine, i will strive to create a peaceful
and loving atmosphere around me.

i strive to break the limitations of who i am right now and include the entire world as my own.
i recognize the kindship of my own life with every other life. 
i recognize the unity of all there is.


[[i had wanted to write today about the intersections of father’s day, international day of yoga and the first sunday since the murders in charleston (and how we need to seriously address racism in this country). however, this incident this afternoon rose to the top. ]]



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