Yoga
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
within my sanctuary
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening
with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion
my breath slows in silent acceptance
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations
my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist
as warmth showers my flesh
my spirit tingle complete
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls
with each breath, completion......
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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