My Gift to You Today

 In Poetry

Do yogis cry? Yes, and laugh too. Their tears and joy however,

come with no strings attached–part of embracing the knowledge

that soul is partnered with a mortal coil for the dance (lila) of this lifetime.

Yoga is accepting life’s traumas and elation as passing flashes like so many shooting stars;

come morning when the sun of Spirit rises, you’ll see the stars recede

and your soul’s light fill the sky as it does always.


Rod Stryker

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