I long for a more sacred daily life.
Early mornings anticipating the rising sun
Slow, quiet movements. A moment all to myself
on my yoga mat facing East.
A still moment in time to say my prayers
Permission to surrender my thoughts
Without pressure to do anything or accomplish things.
Perhaps a cup of hot tea
to draw the senses out, stir them to life
to return sacred water into my body.
I rise only when the Agni has awakened
Passion swirling in my chest and abdomen
Inspiring action to create a day that will become a dream of happiness.
araw araw 