Imagine that fish motionless on a lonely shore
listening to Shiva whispering the secrets of yoga
into Parvati's ears. The burden is no longer
the goddess' alone; the fish suddenly gains
divinity, pronounced by Shiva himself
as Lord of the Fish, to spread on earth
a rarefied mystery.
A path opens on earth beckoning all
to trust it to take them to the answers
they seek.
Oh, to be that fish! To let the spine melt!
My right hand wrapped around my left knee
moves further toward the outer reaches,
so my torso aided by the momentum
of my left hand swings further left, until
I feel utterly wrung.
I surrender to Matsyendra, my mortal
effort replicating a fraction of his amazing dexterity,
while desiring his natural, chosen blessedness.
