Category: Yoga
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Day 8
daffodils unfold stretching pedals to endless evening sky; breathing deep, shoulders unwind, arms reach wide across earth
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Quiet hour
Whisper with me, deflate joy, let its steam exhale. Take cover with me from babbling, tumbling squall. Escape now with me to a solitary inch of grassy earth. Lay here with me, our breath smooth, civil, disobedient. Ponder with me leaf shadow pressing on black wall, swaying in street light, silence holding. Tame with me…
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My window at night, more
Slow moving, a partial dream unwinding in its own way, we slow down, we slow it down, make sure we see — look, here, now, it passes — open it, to understand, to isolate the exact point, and how, the smooth releasing shifts into jarred, frayed, jagged. We go in there, at that point, slow…
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Holding still
My gift to you is that I stand still, regardless of how the world flips and turns, regardless of how rapidly the marbles slide from this side to that. I am here, in this chair, in this room, unmoved. My gift to you is that I am your mirror and the farther you pull away…
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Daily practice
My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…
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