YogaA Poem by MelissaBlackYoga and Meditation bring out the best in meSunlight shining on closed eyes, intruding with its brightness upon the blinds of eyelashes half closed, half blinded, half looking down, the other way. The sweet sound of my own Breath, Strong, relentless, harnessing What it craves, what moves it and dances with it within Me. The loving demand of a long stretch, Pain and discomfort and Knowing Myself. Releasing in the cells what my Mind aches for the world to know, for Me to know. Truth, in all of Its colors and shades and shapes and dimensions; In all of Its outpourings and vibrations and manifestations. It doesn't hide. It knows, and it Roars. And I let it. © 2013 MelissaBlackReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 2, 2013 Last Updated on March 2, 2013 AuthorMelissaBlackLittleton, COAboutSometimes, stories just pour from me. They come in all forms. Sometimes they make a lot of sense, and sometimes I don't even know what they mean. They always feel right, and they always make sense at .. more..Writing
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