I walked these series of poses!
Hips and thighs, Involved in deep
pure form similar to when I sleep, ******, or die.
Now look at me,
Every time I burn, On my tip toes
I could angle myself in every direction.
Falling in the right direction,
Movements those balance my core
I’m Yoging while
I’m Inside my Soul.
In silence, I’m finally loving
The Inside, The Outside -Yoging
To Reach my feet , To Catch my high.
To spread my weight, To Shed my age.