Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

May gray

In the morning light I wait

and breathe... a dream of you
each breath constructs my altered heart
which worships this nameless, untold truth
The coolness of the air lies still
as I bow beneath my quiet altar
engulfed, I exhale this foggy dream

the light tingles, swiftly stirring me 


pranayumminess




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