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 Yoga  part  13


The call of the mat I can hear,
Whispering to my thirsty soul.
It has been parched days of late,
I have wandered in the desert.
Without the cool sweet water,
Without the peace in my heart.
Yoga gently calls out my warrior;
I hear, then I respond with unity.
Balance is more stable with lifting,
But I am not as pliable as before.
With a new found rhythm of the earth,
I will dance the dance once again.
My heart responds immediately,
My mind settle quickly into the pose,
My body lags, stiff and unsure.
I am here on the mat again.
I am here to touch my soul.
I am here to ask the question.
I am here to seek the answer.
The inner yogi embraces my fullness,
I am here… I am here again.

14Oct08


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