My Church is Sunday Yoga
My Church is Sunday Yoga
The glory of the sun
So bright that blinds
It’s pure essence
Of power and beauty
My feet dance among
The dew kissed grass
Joy and praise
Danced along the laugh lines
Of my face
The earth bestowing around me
It’s plentiful grace and kindness
A testimony of love
Dotted among the wildflowers
A reminder of earth’s
Creation and fertility
Electric energy radiating
From the utmost tips of my fingers
Cupping the energy of life around me
Toes tinged from supple dirt
My arms and legs extending
In opposing directions
Creating an inner fire
Stillness and gentleness
Folded in with power and grace
From my central being and light
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I’ve really got to make it out to do yoga with you! Sounds amazing
Hope you do, it really is a fun time!
The language of this poem is so tranquil!
Thank you! For me, that is exactly what yoga is!