A Yogi’s Journal

Untitled by Kent Bond

The mirror reveals
A very unique notebook

A cherished volume
That I have chosen
to journal in

Skin is the delicate parchment
Organs, bone, joint and sinew
The bindings and spine

Each cell,

War and Peace are but cliff notes
In comparison

Bible, Koran, Kaballah
Only echo its holiness

I need not think to

Turn the page

For the entry is already
Transcribing, recording
Jotting down every nuance

Never forgetting to
Scrawl in the margins a highlight,
An insight

And no editing is ever required
It is all there
All in perfect syntax and meter

It knows no time
To sit and scribble a few notes
For it opens and records

Past, Present and future
As fluidly

As the ink

In my veins

Impossible to

Forget this book,
or leave it on my night stand
Where I think I do my best work

In those meditative states before sleep
And full awakening
Although it is there too.

I look in the mirror

As pages turn
A scar,
A tear
A wrinkle
Embeds itself on the well worn

A soft patina
A glow
That lets one know

This volume is well loved


All dancing across the pages

The bard sits in silence
A little jealous that
His eloquence
Was never able to quite capture
This in words

Sneak a peak
Read the last chapter
To see how it
All ends

What is



—Paul Reynolds

Posted by | Paul Reynolds
Paul has been a yoga teacher on the Island of Kauai for many years and is the facilitator of the weekly Living the Question Blog - a repository of wisdom and inspiration. Paul also produces and hosts Le Guru is You Radio Show, showcasing everyday gurus.

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