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NEGOTIATIONS by Janavi Held

This poem is a search of the physical body, as my mind seeks to discover the location of the spirit, which dwells in the body…

In the Bhagavad-Gita chapter thirteen there is a dialogue between Krishna and Arjuna which discuses this inquiry. Krishna speaks to Arjuna of the nature of the body, the mind, the intelligence and the location of the soul and the supreme soul who accompanies every living being remaining always in the space of the heart.



Negotiations
(Body & Soul)
by Janavi Held

Skin lifts
essence shows
talking stops in veins
they keep, tenderly,  on.
Spiraling fascia 
winds longing,
over well-kept muscles
as the negotiator of breath
stands in judgment
researching wasteful directions
for a well-bred aristocrat.
Shy skin,
oblique, yet puzzled
animates purpose
hidden in self-hood
while hidden shame 
depreciates relative value,
severing shadows
loitering in the plunge.
Redundant reflections
echo mirrors
improving willful arbiter
of time's grace,
immortality tricks secular flesh,
as the imponderable animator
gives a spirited response
to the hostility 
of the corporeal temperament.
Last column, back bone,
pinnacle of motion
reduces favor
with psychic soulful indifference.





Janavi Held started writing poetry and wandering around with her father’s camera as a child.  At the age of nineteen, she began practicing Bhakti yoga. She holds a bachelor’s degree from Goddard College where she studied poetry, photography, and media studies.  She is on the verge of releasing her first book Letters to my Oldest Friend: A Book of Poetry and Photography.







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with psychic soulful indifference.

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