growth is the prize
no matter the size
the feeling of lifting up
to see things anew
no relying on another
feeling light as a feather
not an easy path but the one i choose
i evolve and evolve and bruise and bruise
the bruises heal
i begin to feel
i see darkness as a gift
a part of the path to help us lift
there is no finish line or prize at the end
but there is a knowingness of the gift to bend
we can move and fluctuate from light to dark
a fascinating journey to embark
traveling on a planet spinning in space
a part of the human race
it is so much to digest that i choose to trust it all
it seems the best way especially when i fall
we are guided by source, the divine, g-d of the highest
i know this deep inside and this i promise!
YOGASOUL: MINDFUL MOVEMENT 