writer and yogi
This is a poem I freewrote in a trance last month. I know a female yogi is a yogini, but I am keeping the text as it was written.
Tapping from the same
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Muse whispers softly, the stillness
inspires me to find the true self
inside of me. I write, my hand, the
full expression of the yoga inside me,
soft breath flows as if it is, in itself, an asana
Peace
The pen glides over the paper. As I write, still
breeds within me as each word slides onto the
soft cream paper, as if the ink is the water
charging the beach that is my paper.
Compassion
The child inside me, the one who bought a
small book to write her big thoughts in
now can EXPRESS and I see she is,
in truth, my soul
Complete
I am, says the writer
with a smile, the
yogi smiles back
in
stillness
Source
Muse whispers softly, the stillness
inspires me to find the true self
inside of me. I write, my hand, the
full expression of the yoga inside me,
soft breath flows as if it is, in itself, an asana
Peace
The pen glides over the paper. As I write, still
breeds within me as each word slides onto the
soft cream paper, as if the ink is the water
charging the beach that is my paper.
Compassion
The child inside me, the one who bought a
small book to write her big thoughts in
now can EXPRESS and I see she is,
in truth, my soul
Complete
I am, says the writer
with a smile, the
yogi smiles back
in
stillness
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