Sunday, March 29, 2009

I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

And on Sunday, we rest, replenish, reflect.

Forgive, bend and breathe out behavior lurking under happy, glowy surface that feeds on being unworthy of something more, something sunnier. The intention for morning yoga is respect.

Find clarity in H2O rather than EtOH.

Finally stop embarrassing myself. More importantly, others.

There is too warm a light in me. It gets hot and burns sometimes.

Namiste.

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