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YOGA MEDITATION ON THE CONEY ISLAND PIER
Sunday, June 9 @
9:47 a.m.
The song of the
surf & the sun & the sea
& the shore
The ceiling as sky &
the
ocean's wise eyes as
the floor
The feeling of
fancies & fairies & freedom & fine
feathered fate
The call to
confound capture crown rapture
rise rapture pound puff create
The fingertips of God
the
harkening of angels exult
and elate—
& then the
old black
man began
to masturbate.
UPWARD FACING
DOG
I read last night in a
yoga magazine that you
cannot be depressed with both
your eyes wide open -- How
funny since that's
why I thought
I was.
BAREFOOT ON THE BRIDGE
it is
all a myth -- it is all a twisted fallacy that we
simply exist here now and I am
breathing in current daylight and that's
just about it & hence that's
all that there is without some
symptom of other levels that we
cannot forget but simply
do & much too often the most
deeper green & permanent
sublime where we slip off
in spirit or sleep and other
subs of consciousness where we
spend all our purpose & prayers & grasp that
blissful gist of unity when our
mind finally lines with our soul that same
perfection that finds us death
Ryn Gargulinski is a writer & artist with a weekly illustrated column in
“Brooklyn Woman” newspaper and an online column at 12gauge.com. Besides in
her two illustrated chapbooks, her work has been published in a number of
sources and can be found at her own website at
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