Category: YogaNorth
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Seven attempts to settle my mind
i. my mind chews its way through each of my lessons spitting back what the animal dislikes savoring its own justifications ii. I am lost – outbursted, debris stirred-up from head to toe, carnivorous, unyielding – yet you wait for me, still iii. storm rides its pounding path overhead swallows me while the eye between…
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As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
Poems from in between 