Ruan Bradford Wright
The Wisdom Tree
I remember my mum telling me
not to eat the core of some fruit
lest a tree grow inside of me
Thus she planted a seed of fear and
later skepticism
I know now she spoke metaphorically
testing my credulity
And there was truth around her words
It was as if she'd said I shouldn't eat
of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge
of good and evil lest I die
At the same time showing it to me
in all its terrifying beauty
From the title poem of thought-fish
Out of the mire your mind draws me
till I'm reeling, wriggling
like a fish on a pole
a spavined sprat or a mundane minnow
sometimes a fabulous angelfish
knocking you out with my fibulous wings
my silver, my blue, my rose ....
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Balasana
Is a soft
boiled egg
roundly resting
in a warm place
listening
to the sound
of the sea
rocking
rocking
rocking
from upcoming collection of Yoga poems