we lay here in our pod
the world screams crazy past
you ask, ‘What is the world?’
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25 Saturday Jun 2016
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That last line–it feels like escape, but a poignant one.
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Yes. Something like that. This just came to be and refused to be turned into a haiku or something longer. Thanks, as always!
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The beauty of yoga, of Eastern spirituality, it seems to me is that ability to stay in the present moment. What I love about it is that it doesn’t interfere at all with any belief, rather it supports it.
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Agreed. It is only good. Thanks for this.
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so effective, creative. the second line tells the truth eloquently. indeed, and “What is the world?”
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Yes! This ran through my mind while I was napping with my six year old nephew. He did not ask this question, but his innocence and separation from the adult reality really just struck me. Thank you for your kind support and words.
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