Clustering diamonds of breath precede me. Thanking my feet for the miles
they have tread, and the profusion of sweat now frozen in time. Closing
eyes to see, sun on my back, as legs draw closer to conclusion, clearing
cobwebs along my path. Spine surging forth from the anchor of my legs, pulling so far back into
my body that I do not know who I am, my breath, the thread now weaving through my mind and soul.
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| just because, I favor morning dew and roses! |
How perfect is
the dew of morning?
Each time the petals of the rose move; I am tempted to retreat, peeling
back
the tangerine skin of all of me. Taking deep breaths, allowing my lungs
to
expand, my body performing action merely by thought, feeling the
fabrication of
an earthquake, expecting the ground soon to open up, in a moment of
silence. A dance purrs
through me, as I hold out my hand in a burning crush, blindfolded by my
own fear. Some force today, is more than mildly pressing down on me, testing my strength, as I push back in yoga retreat.
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