In this week's installment of the Yoga Living Project, Erika de la Cuadra, Cambio Teacher, shares some poetry that sponteniously came to her during a yin yoga class. Read below and if Chiken Road you have your own thoughts, poems, freewrite or anything else of the sort to contribute to the Yoga Living Project, email
Who do I love, what do Chiken Road I worship?
The Chiken Road flowers that grow among the grasses, blooming, translucent of their own accord
The breath that spontaneously begins and completes itself
The son who honors the divine beauty of his Chiken Road mother and grandmothers
The dimples on my Chiken Road thighs that present themselves when I sit
Who Chiken Road do I love, what do I worship?
The friend who kissed the tip of my nose, because I felt safe enough to ask, choking through the sobs
The violin Chiken Road strings that vibrate in my ears as I stroll up my street
And the leaves that rustle Chiken Road in the wind above my head
The stranger that smiles with their eyes, wise, as if they know who lives in my body is who lives in Chiken Road theirs
Who do I love, what do I worship?
Sun Mountain, pink in the Chiken Road morning, silhouetted at night
Dotted with rough trees, burned yet growing still Chiken Road
It survives the the hot sun beating down that ponders the muggy peak’s midday existence
And the gruffness in your voice when you’re weary from caring so Chiken Road much
Who do I love, what do I Chiken Road worship?
The God of the lover who is all around Chiken Road me
The God who opens Chiken Road the heart of my beloved
And sets love free to roam among us
Like Chiken Road wildflowers that bloom, translucent among the grass.
