Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sonia Ettyang Feb 24
Sunbeams ***** through the tall trees
Birds chirping along the window seals
Wind chimes tunes fills the quiet room
Nag champa wafts in the air

Mat laid flat
Squats and stretches
Eyes closed
In-hale
Ex-hale
Mind in the body
Heavenly flow

Frequency modulated
Easeness
Awareness
Serenity
Bliss
Peace
Silence
Power
© Sonia Ettyang
prana is the universal energy which flows in currents in and around the body"
Twenty six years
to realize
the beauty of breathing
A Harris Oct 2018
It creeps in, when it wants,
my soul, it taunts
the push and pull of despair,
so surreal, tugging me to kneel in prayer,
long enough to catch my breath,
oh but it is life and death...
time for some yoga!
Yogi Devi Pada Sep 2018
I send people far away,
Not because I hate, but because I care about they,
Used people as I use an ashtray,
When they love me unconditionally, I betray,

I would like to apologise, but there is no way,
Deleting the suffering I've made to they,
But I pray, but I pray,
That God takes everything from me and gives to they!  

The more I send you away,
Know that I love you, and I pray for you everyday,
Please send everything you have bad inside of you to me,
Im a garbage collector and that was meant to be,

If you have a problem, give it to me,
Hate none, except me,
I pray that I will have this opportunity,
To take all the bad from your destiny.
Scorpius Jul 2018
Yesterday
I needed
To feel
The ground
Solid
And deep
Under
My feet.
I needed
To feel
My legs
Solid
And strong
On top of
My mat.
And when
My legs
Felt weak
Yesterday
I needed
To feel.
And when
The ground
Felt
Shaky
Today
I needed
To need.
And it was ok
Because I’d practiced.
Scorpius Jul 2018
I forgot,
Today,
To pick
A beat
To set
My flow.
Instead,
I found
The rushing
Of my breath
And the creaking
Of my bones
And the popping
Of my joints
And the whispered screeching
Of my muscles
In the silence.
I remembered,
Today,
To hear
My flow
Set my beat.
And the closing chords
Were lovely.
Scorpius Jul 2018
I peer
Towards the flame
From behind
The gauze of,
“I wish,”
And
“What if,”
And
“Why can’t,”
And it is dark
There.
And it is dark
Until
My breathing seeps
Between the edges
Separating
Wishes from
Cants
And why nots
From what ifs.
And here
I am now
In the clear
Flickering
Light
Of the morning.
Scorpius Jul 2018
My mat
Feels
Somehow
Simultaneously
Too big
For the small
Space
I’ve squeezed
Myself
Into
And
Too small
To contain
What’s leaking
From
My bursted seams.
Scorpius Jul 2018
First,
I found
My feet.
My toes,
And heels,
And arches.
They dug in deep
And I reached.
Next my legs
Emerged,
My calves,
And shins,
And thighs.
They thickened
And I soared.
And in the end,
I bent
Into feet and legs,
Muscle and bone,
And found grace.
Scorpius Jul 2018
Some days
I have
To shut
My eyes
And listen
To find
My way
Into my skin.
Body still,
I fill my lungs
And lay
Breath
Down
With intention
Crumb
By
Crumb.
And for a moment,
I am full.
Next page