My girth expands,
as I inhale into third Chakra.
A tickle erupts,
bonding breath
with moment.
Guides stand attentively
weaving their wisdom
onto heart
making Girih patterns of beauty.
I feel empowered,
blessed, grateful
to release old for the new.
To align, ready to do
journey of my awaken soul.
Well... I started this poem after I learned two new words, Girth and Girih. Thusly I felt guided to write a poem. LOL