Submitted by Mark Tulin
I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat.
Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comes to me when I am open to receive.
Wisdom and knowledge I seek
with each wave of movement, in each new but familiar pose.
Standing straight or on one leg, I reach for the sky,
and smile in the face of discomfort.
The closer I move toward balance,
the more I feel united by the spirit of my internal life.
Some days I float effortlessly with strength in my hands,
other times I lean back to stabilize and restore.
I close my eyes to the rest of the world and listen to the soothing sounds of my breath.
About the Poet
In 2012, Mark Tulin got up enough courage to leave his therapy practice in Philadelphia and packed a few things in his Prius and headed to Santa Barbara to be with his future wife. Once in Southern California, he found his muse and has been writing poetry and stories ever since. He has published in the Santa Barbara Independent, Family Therapy Magazine, Smokebox.net, Fiction on the Web, elephant journal, Page and Spine, and Friday Flash Fiction. His poetry chapbook is called, Magical Yogis, and his website is Crow On The Wire.
Painting: Rene Magritte – The Voice of Blood