Yoga

Yoga


centered sense

i make

taking in the goodness

and out the bullshit.



balanced body

in samadhi

a state of conscious

attained in a brain

poured and soared 

out and away;

multi-mind all gone

slimmed to just one

way of being

far from time itself

knowing breath myself

ego death now met

it’s a reborn mindset

just because i lost it

doesn’t mean i want it back. 



freedom rings

in gems worn around

fingers, shaped

into a peace symbol

nimble hands 

headstands and

sound bath bands

swimming in

hair as horse manes

running by

auburn and untied;

agile a while 

in poses dainty as roses

feel strength in bones

sculpted and tone

look like you give a damn

about the vase of your spirit

hear it, your aura shining on

each dewy dawn, you’re new yet

still strong, building self respect

cycles across frames playing games

which promote peace within,

always glowing a win.



worship oneself

i’ve grown to know

my own guru

here at home

wherever you are

there you go

a master of your show

the parade floating in space 

an ace on earth

placing first 

when it comes to love as source

we let it be the guide on course

towards rewards

of every moment

being enjoyable

with a soul

undestroyable;

that is to say

all night and day

meant for our

fit, fine, and free

hours, to create

power in our

expressions and cast impressions

of beauty and intelligence

upon time’s relevance

where we meet

as people perfectly

in shape 

as places ideal

we’ll reveal

graceful gratitude

alive & well

just as ourselves.


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