day 5: psychic union pose

interrupted, twice. re-did kriya for the third time late night. mental chatter rising yet also present with the body, feeling the bind of limbs and deliberate breath imbibing the melody of the mantra. superfood smoothie in 3 glass jars delivered to my doorstep (thank you Jeffji!). there was a push of activity on a writing project. i went to the library and gathered the research book & inspiration material, soaking in words. one book i took, on a whim: The 100 Best Love Poems of All Time. the one that made me shiver with delight:

XVII (I do not love you...)
Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


Translated by Stephen Tapscott