POEM: Yoga

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

The moment when you're everything
and are, at once, nothing.
Time exists, but is lost to you -
no lagging, nor rushing.

Space is the world that expands and
collapses with each breath -
the infinity through which you
stretch beyond life and death.

And in quiet moments of mind,
when no voices call out,
it becomes still enough to feel
something within you sprout.

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