Our front porch is covered in chairs
waiting for visitors
We offer you hot tea or cold
Yoga at ten
and prayer flags if you need.
Far Away there are Yogis standing in
Mountain Pose...
Where is my peace guru?
My path is riddled without a person
holding my hand or
offering me an invitation
to pray the way I want to pray.
I can only imagine the room
hot and charged with mantras
and faith where followers
devote their hours to adherence.
There lives are busy
moments of honesty,
contentment,
fervent compassion,
sweat, and balance.
Here we sit drinking,
waiting in our chairs,
while our posture
is a hope rather than
a deed.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Our front porch is covered in chairs
waiting for visitors
We offer you hot tea or cold
Yoga at ten
and prayer flags if you need.
Far Away there are Yogis standing in
Mountain Pose...
Where is my peace guru?
My path is riddled without a person
holding my hand or
offering me an invitation
to pray the way I want to pray.
I can only imagine the room
hot and charged with mantras
and faith where followers
devote their hours to adherence.
There lives are busy
moments of honesty,
contentment,
fervent compassion,
sweat, and balance.
Here we sit drinking,
waiting in our chairs,
while our posture
is a hope rather than
a deed.
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