Archibald MacLeish - Feb 11, Iyengar II & I

Feb 14

Surprisingly, more Lizard love. A student sent me this gem. Perfect to store up for the upcoming snow…

THE OLD MAN TO THE LIZARD

Lizard, lover of heat, of high

Noon, of the hot stone, the golden

Sun in your unblinking eye —

And they say you are old lizard, older than

Rocks you run on with those delicate

Fishbone fingers, skittering over

Ovens even cricket in his shell

Could never sing in — tell me, lover of

Sun, lover of noon, lizard,

Is it because the sun is gold with

Flame you love it so? Or is

Your love because your blood is cold?

Sara Easterson-Bond

Mechtild of Magdeburg - Feb 14th, Iyengar Sunday Fun