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Yoga part 6
Truth is sought off the mat as well as on it;
The energy of prana surges through me at all times.
I learn on my mat to find the stillness inside,
Engaged, this becomes the power of this present moment.
It becomes a raging river rushing downstream to the ocean;
Not a pond without an outlet, dammed up by self.
Stagnate it would become,
The stench of death
Without the truth;
Too still, much too still.
This is not the journey of the loner, or the reclusive hermit.
It is not a prison cell locking me away in solitary confinement.
The power of yoga flows from me to you as you have a need.
Energy is transferred, the light bulb clicks on, peace comes;
Not out of selfish desires does the power move through me.
This torrent rushes to you, surrounding you; partake if you wish.
Fresh and clean you become,
The fragrance of life,
Full of the truth,
Flowing in stillness, still flowing.
13Mch08
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