A Love Letter to My Teachers
It’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece
Samādhi I: Tending Gardens Centered on the middle way, wobbling in tree pose, hands at heart center, the noise ebbs as the quiet mind sets an intention, to
Begin readingIt’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell you Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, I
The yogi speaks the Sanskrit words And guides the souls within us To move in time and space from one form to another Her tone and
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