Please enjoy the awakenings and poetic musings of a yogini in Texas, USA: unfolding the human experience through daily observances and nurturing a fresh childlike vision.
Friday, December 9, 2011
the skeleton is always smiling
strip away the lands of time, these skins of mine and sit with me dear friend. take away the mask you know and replace it with your own. sit in the deep and grow roots, and then stand an oak. these bones, only a support for your cosmic cloak