Morning Yoga Poem
The soft morning glow is beginning to spread over the rice field
I stand tall, like a tree upon this earth…
While the stories of fear and false beliefs flow past me like leaves being carried in the wind.
I slowly bow down like a little child,
Surrender to the invisible great force that is behind everything
Acknowledge my existence no need qualified
Dwell in wonder of the connectivity shine with my own divinity.
My body is a guest house… Every morning a new arrival,
A joy, a depression, a meannes, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor
I welcome and entertain them all
Even they’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep my house empty of it’s furniture
I breath in all that is awareness expanding to take everything in,
As if my heart beats the world into being.
The blue sky is calling to me,
Asking me to join the clouds.
Rising above the earth,
I will soar to new heights,
And find freedom in the wind.
I am breathing, I remember me, I remember you.
From the peace in me to the peace in you.
Namaste.
