Tag: Prose

Death’s Virtue

I kept dying again and again This is what it must be like to come out of your own skin 10.29.15

Do You Think It’s Warm?

I wonder what’s it’s like to die Is it like being born where everything is warm? Is it bright, is there fright? What do you think it’s like to die? Do you think it’s warm? 10.29.15

The Journey Of A Thousand Steps Before A Hero

Because this Epic’s Journey is so yoga to you Behold, do the work required to go through Yoga as a type of dream means The journey of a thousand steps before a hero leads 8.10.15

Yoga As A Type Of Dream

Dreams of a lifetime only manifest in those who see belief as a means of hope to cling to a Creative Force as great as You 6.16.15

Lost In My Job’s Commercials, Lost In My Prayer

Swerving through the find of a hundredfold ~ Growing bold with every thought untold ~ I never would of thought it going down like this Reminiscent of all the prophet’s gifts Strongest prayer in existence Following up with that Concord bliss 6.16.15

Nurturing Yoga Teacher

Sometimes I feel I’m the only writer who 〈works〉 This 〈day job〉 hurts I work my ass off 〈each week〉 So nights and weekends I can teach 10.26.15

Tapestry Woven

You’re like a Masterpiece I cannot get over so I will endorse you