Yoga Rhythms
Sometimes the chaos of the world invades
and shells of home and skin are not enough.
And we must find a safety deep inside
within the rhythm of the breath.
Move with intention
like a tree supple in the breeze
stanchions strong on nimble limbs
mantra’s giving geas.
Stimulate the nascent soul with balance.
Still the whirling top of mind.
Extend each tendriled thought within
gaining harmony in exhale,
within the rhythm of the breath.
Clean, purge, polish, shine
The sluggish blood, the worrisome nerve
The jewel faceted form we’re given
mind, body and spirit serve.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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