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A Alexander Sep 2015
Legs extended just standing here on my mat,
with my hands together, just ready to surrender.

In this position, there is the foundation in which I find solitude in my mind.
For a little while, it is silenced, and leaves room for my soul to play.
At this point I am fine tuned to how my body is feeling.

Personal growth emerges, all while my soul is close to becoming one with me.

My Mantra- I am here, I am free.

©A. Harris 2015
Why I love Yoga
Cecelia Francis Sep 2015
What am I doing?
I am washing dishes

I am nowhere else but
where I am now
Anna Krijger Jun 2015
There is greatness
There is freedom
Inside the emptiness
You run away from
This is true
It’s within you!
If only you knew...
Cecelia Francis Jul 2015
Peep that new growth bae,
werk them thighs, drink water, sleep:
Glow the **** up *****
AM Jul 2015
I am God's masterpiece of art and
The Queen of my mind and heart
There comes a time in some lives
For great change
A true metamorphosis
And hope for tomorrow
For mornings radiant glow
Believe waking will bring joy and not sorrow
movement is slow,
deliberate action,
practiced until perfected,
then practiced more,
the slow forging of the mind and body into -
into what?
A weapon,
a tool,
a method,
a philosophy?
Why not all of them at once?
Memorizing the steps,
the sequence,
aligning each and every moment with precision,
there is no room for failure.
Failure is the difference between kings and gods.
○☆♢☆♡☆♢☆○
She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother
that holds her dearly
pressed deep within layers
crystalline veins
become fingers of light

beneath the surface
precious stone
purple points of symmetry
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams she remembers
She sends Her Heart
Heart Pure

She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother  
that holds her dearly
millenniums of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

layers upon layers of
bones, stones n' trees
leaves laden with mud
pressed dense n' deep
beneath the surface
orbs of precious stone
purple points of symmetry

crystalline veins
become fingers of light
tunnels of silver
copper and gold
milleniumms of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

stones trees n' bones
mud laden with leaves    
pressed deep n' dense  
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams She remembers
She sends her Heart
Heart Pure

fingers of light
Illuminating
the Warm Core  
Beating Heart of the Mother

  ☆○♢☆♢▪♡▪♢☆♢○☆

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
She Sends Her Love
A Mantra
Prana Moonshine May 2015
Exuberant he is!
That’s a Yogi with character!

Smiling, treat wallah.
Pyramid quartz.
Dangling sparkles.
Sunlight reflects
His teeth softly open to the world.
Taste buds willing
Simple yet refined
Yogi Yum Yums
Spreading the thunderous joy
Of pure delight!
He gives permission to say “GOD”
He sits.
When no one is around
In the hall where Shiva dances to his music.
Pulsing the instrument
Harmonium glimmering with song.
Goggles on, ready and shimmering
He booms a great confidence,
The resounding sound:

SHRI RAM
JAYA RAM
JAYA JAYA RAM
SHRI RAM
JAYA RAM
JAYA JAYA RAM!
Let there be light
To divert the dark
Let there be love
So it will fill my heart
Let there be peace
So i may find silence
Let there be ease
So pain cannot follow
Let this be new
So i don't feel so hollow
Let there be light
And hope for tomorrow
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