Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Marianne Murphy Zarzana: "Savasana: Corpse Pose"

On the bonsai-green carpet, you stretch
your frame out flat upon a blue yoga mat

and parallel, I lie down upon a purple one,
both of us becoming still, our bodies sinking

further into the floor with each slow, steady
breath. It’s night, and together we’re letting go.

Our old black lab mix, Mollie, wanders in, licks
your open palm, sniffs my hair, snuffles, settles

by my head with labored breath. Soon, I know,
we’ll lose her. Someday, each other. This is

practice. We’re learning to dissolve, surrender
to earth, release thighs, hips, neck, skull, all

the bones, pay attention only to breath—let it
become a ribbon, the texture of fine silk.

"Savasana: Corpse Pose" by Marianne Murphy Zarzana. © Marianne Murphy Zarzana.

Photography credit: "Detail from `Savasana—The Release,'" oil on linen, by Amy Funderburk © 2008-2011.


  1. This is a beautiful meditation on the transience of the moment and of life. I love the dark macabre title and how it is undermined by the lightness cherishing of life in the poem


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