Best Prana Poems

Prana

Cloudy blue stretches itself with grey yellow beams
the faint moon in observation as it seems
salty fragrance by captured firmament
ocean of Prana in living breath of...

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Wild spirit -
I cherished you tender 
within my halo of prana;
careful not to hurt you
as I worked to set you free
using hands of peace
in harmony...

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In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of...

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As the breath fills our hallowed chest with life 
and heart beats upon drum of anch’ring bone
so prayerful meditation eases strife,
through dance and strum, we...

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The
Heavens
Pouring out
Nectar of Life,
Earth beats : The Notes Fertile.  
              ...

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I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold.
I'm good.  I'm bad; silly, now sad.
I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity; 
Now, no clue or true...

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As an earth bound entity
Encased in this organic form
That decays moment to moment
Bewildered by illusion, thus in delusion
We are asked to repent and believe
That we...

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Moon drips are like gigantic slides and cloud surfing is very very exciting particularly when shoved with a broom. Base jumping off smaller spheres can...

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Bend…curl…stretch and Breathe in the prana; salute the sun.
Warrior one…warrior two…into downward facing dog; hold…breathe.
Oxygen coursing throughout each blood vessel…invigorating!
...

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Baba is ready is to teach me to terminate my agitated consciousness,
I sat on my yoga mat and with my legs folded and awaited the...

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Ever brew tea in an industrial brewer?
I did just yesterday with a tea bag fewer
then more have seen. I watched it drip
mixing water with steam...

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good deeds,
would bring,
the hoods needs down,
should we frown; upon 
people of charitable consciousness?
Inheritable prominence,
doesn't complement,
who we are,
like multiple atoms flowing near moving stars,
we come together,
whatever...

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Delhi seems  closer than it was last time. 
After a tea with GST, 
on to a backstreet  of Varanasi, 

Untouched by authority; 
ignored...

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Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell, 
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness...

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The gray bearded wizard in its night blue cloak,
two ravens and a wolf are his recognition flock.
He has the ability to shape shift from the...

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