The Monk

The Monk

A Poem by JustNonsenseAndSugar

You call me slacker
In Yoga.
That I am not doing my part.
That I meditate wrong.
That I must be silent. 
But that is not meditation.
It is a work of the mind.
Of peacefully calming my soul.
So I must sway.
I must speak.
I must move.
I am a monk
born in the wrong world.

© 2018 JustNonsenseAndSugar


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Love the ironic thought
your from the hip style works

Posted 6 Years Ago


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