Yoga ~ part 31
The fires of the Sutra burns in my heart
Tapas rids my body and mind of dregs
Singeing the frayed and frazzled edges
Heating up my internal metals
As yoga begins to mold and shape
Self removed from the center of the universe
Like a dozen intricate ice carvings in the sun
The images melt into one puddle
One ocean
One world
One universe
One creation
One word
One
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2014