But what is it then that sits in my heart?

“And still I’m looking at everything—
in the wide morning and the strike of noon
I’m humming and clapping my hands,
and I can’t stop
not for any reason
not even the easiest thought.

And, anyway, what is thought
but elaborating, and organizing?
What is thought
but doubting, and crying out?
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But what is it then that sits in my heart,
that breathes so quietly, and without lungs——
that is here, here in this world, and yet not here?

—Mary Oliver, from “Riprap”

Jennifer Beaumont demonstrating Urdhva Kukkutāsana from Śīrsāsana II