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MERE WITNESS by Krista Katrovas

This poem came as many do, during the Moon hours…

I sat up for a morning meditation and this poem surfaced, like a pebble, or shell on a beach, ready for me to embrace for awhile before giving it back to the universe. The meditation revealed my connection to poetry as witness, and the connection to meditation and the Moon. 

Mere Witness
by Krista Katrovas

The great seers, yogi’s, poets,
artists, ancestors, our mother Moon,
taught the poetry of witness.

How to listen, to watch
the great highs and lows
within
and around,
like waves
created by our moon.

Where two bulges of water
on earth
respond to her.

When we face her,
the pull is strongest,
when we face away
the pull is weakest,
but both bulges
cause high tides,
we call this
the gravitational pull.
Humans
are
mostly
made
of
water.

Witness the ebb, the flow,
the highs, the lows,
the poetry of witness.
Shoulders begin to release
from around ears,
like water returning to ocean,
breath softens.

We end up residing somewhere
between the facing
toward and away,
in the middle road,
where great seers, yogi’s, poets,
artists, ancestors, our Mother Moon,
accompany us
as mere witness.

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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  1. Tracie NicholsJanuary 6, 2015 at 12:11 PM

    I love the idea of poetry as witness. I can feel and see this in my own poems, but had never seen it called this before. Thank you!

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    1. Krista KatrovasJanuary 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM

      Thank you for your kind words, and enjoy your poetry as witness. Blessings.

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