In the Garden

Roses can grow from

barbed wire,

Lilies

from cement sidewalks

But from lies,

Only vines.

Practice

The mat is medicine
a space
created for
healing
letting
go
leaving
lighter
than before.

Stretching
loving every part
of you
down to your toes

breathing
holding
deepening
each pose.

Honoring
your higher self
its crown
and truth.

Light within you
shines
feel your nature
it’s divine.

Liars

believe their stories 

Fabrication of their truth

I see the real you 

Hypocrisy

Contradicting ways
Pointing fingers, three at you
Practice what you preach

Disillusion

Rupture
clarity
awoken
confusion broken
like
thousand
glass
pieces
litter
wood floor
bare
like truth
steel sword
Can’t be ignored.
grounded
blindfold nevermore.
radiate
vibrant
beyond the veil
of the veil’s
veil
self knowledge
the holy grail
don’t stray
from the trail.

Spinning

Changes

happen quicker

than you can

say them

 

After you settle

in, it’ll take you

on a different

spin

 

Grounded like a tree

to carry on with

grace and dignity

Let go effortlessly

 

You’ll win and lose

Dance in the rain

then sing the blues

Feel all kinds of hues

 

Hold hope

Seek to go deep

Let faith reign

Live your truth

Flow

Truth, golden embers

Energy from head to toes

Laugh, water to life