I wrote this poem in
honor of the Crone, the wise woman who knows all…
This
is for who knows the cycles of life, through her own living which brings her to
the Crone years.
This
poem speaks to the wisdom that is often attained through what some may call the
nitty gritty, the dirt of life, and how she dances through it, as if in a
controlled waltz, at first, only to arrive at a more honest dance with herself.
In dancing with herself she owns the
crone, leaving sweetness in her footsteps for us to follow.
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| Pictured is Master Tao Porchon-Lynch by Robert Sturman |
RIPE
She’s ripe and right
in the way she walks
in the way she talks
and how she dances.
She waltzes,
a one, two, three,
a down, up, up.
then moves again
from within,
sinewy tissue, tendon, and bone.
She howls at the moon
digs her claws
into the dirt
embraces the wild
remembers the body
the animal singing
of being ripe,
rather than right,
holding nothing back
nothing within
and feeling
peace with it all.
I saw her drip
little bits
onto my kitchen floor.
Her syrupy steps
circle the moon.
~
Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.
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