Clearing channels
mind like a finely
tuned radio
pure thoughts
free flow
when you let
the mind
go.
breathe in life
the more
you will know
if you keep within
what no longer
serves, it begins
to own and poison
the soul.
Listen to the voice
the purest one from
the deepest parts
whispers crescendo
to music.
Look within to
the sage
hair of wisdom grey
He is you
You were him
together he became
she and she will be
him.
Connected
billions of soul
through single
flourescent
thread
you will find
yourself
at the end.
Yesenia Guerra 
edgarone2
attached at the end but connected to the sage. Hope.
poetaflor
Cool response
edpeters06
Love this poem and the theme of connectedness woven throughout
poetaflor
Thanks 🙂 I attended a yoga poetry workshop and it spilled out after I meditated.