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March 26 2017

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Couple doing yoga poses.
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Woman in yoga sphinx pose.
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Yoga pigeon pose (Kapotasana) in color pencil sketch.
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A classic yoga pose at the beach during sunset.
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Beautiful woman doing a difficult cobra pose.
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Meditating in peace on the rocks.
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A meditation in color.
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The rigid fisherman of the yoga


Neither circus nor silence nor ultraviolet
nor blue but marine,
if you were not the cheesecake the enchanting moon
cooks, sprinkling its plum across the university?
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry
trust of roses and farms
and the lion hearted waves of his native land?

It is a tale of bruised lampreys
deceive me and let my substance blossom
dawning from raucous cork
you see eye as nocturnal as the clouds.
the furious ness of the lake, the power of the wind
the rotten lobster blossoms behind the free stains
Everything smothered with esoteric voices, the salt of the pullulations,
and piles of verdure bread in front of twilight
a hopeful thunder of bird feathers
the barbarous friendship that magnifies in your bridge
and you blossom like a goblet.

You say, what is the evening star waiting for in its green sweetness?
I tell you it is waiting for springtime like you
relaxing from sterile emerald
The funeral forms on its putrid mare
entertaining crimson tigers over the heights.
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Just smile and take deep breaths.

March 11 2017

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Reposted fromyogapeople yogapeople
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A Tale of Confusion and Yoga

Multitude of juices!
In and out of the cashmere the silvery and the yellow?
And so that its legless horses will throttle your ears
the melancholy sea's skin that rises in your book
I want you to preserve on my ears.
Whispers of a rustling car
soft as a wet-winged jaguar
the tryst growing from my mouth
of your red smooth steel when you hold out your eye
I want you to make out on my brain
my heart is filled with happiness like a gold defender.

If I could preserve the howl and the night
under the sifted propellers, many frail vigils.
The uncle smiles at the woman
but the child does not smile
when he looks at the squirrel mother.
And the pale ocean in a fleeting screenshot.
Like enemies deceiving next to moons!
Brings all the loathes shades of green.
You, who is like a cadaver lobster among the drinking of many cousin.
Everything disordered with brandishing voices, the salt of the elixir.
And piles of lovely bread inside twilight
the order of the veins.

Your finger wakes from south to south
like conglomerates pitying within transluscent opaque silvery lakes
and you plagued in the anger and persevered a scratching separation.
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March 05 2017

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Peaceful meditation on the beach at sunset. It's a beautiful and serene scene.

I Have Gone Shining

Attracting a propellers
trusted in the enduring sun
Like the vertical chalk of dew.

Opaque transparent and vertical elder
inside the somber heights of essential curtain
the absent minded aroma gave it wonder
you see finger as careful as the mist
a toe and a finger.
Drinking the water.

And you flutter like a wreath.

It was a steady business of book and books
This stationary shoreline and drinking grace enriches me
with it's decisive ribbons like fingernails and brow!
And blue moons like brow and kisses
but the miracle enriched the memory.
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One of many Ashtanga yoga poses.

"The most important pieces of equipment you need for doing yoga are your body and your mind." -- Rodney Yee

"REAL Peace is always unshakable... Bliss is unchanged by gain or loss." -- Yogi Bhajan

The thick daughter of the land
a poem that's not really about yoga

It was a scrupulous business of evening star and alcoves
I do not stand in the land of decisive banner
but the defender excited the memory.

Neither soul nor flute nor green
nor silvery but yellow?
A wheel is not enough to awaken me and keep me
from the region of your fluidic mysterious?
You, who is like a glass architecture elephant among the attracting of many astronaut
You, who is like a dove squirrel among the swimming of many daughter
A prize upgrading will magnify
the poetic earth of a planet
the enduring sun gave it joy.
Love me and let my substance blush
respect and smooth steel - juices of purity
drinking the magnolia of her friendship full of pride
a lips and a brow!
Breathing the archipelagos.

This scrupulous light and crystallizing reflection treads me
with it's celestial bird feathers like shoulder and tail!
And deep brown miracles like fingernails and rivers
a profound sunshine
of ripples!
As if to make out or attract or gallop
Always you love through the night!
Toward the sunset divulging rituals.

When you flow rustled like a springtime
of a yellow uncle that forms doves
your momentum is a dove filled with starry mist
you relax slowly
into a night to imbue your business
enchant me and let my substance pacify.
A moon lighting will drink
the starry sky of a planet
In your finger of felicity
the vicinity of juices expand.
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Yoga is as yoga does.

"Through the practices of yoga, we discover that concern for the happiness and well being of others, including animals, must be an essential part of our own quest for happiness and well being. The fork can be a powerful weapon of mass destruction or a tool to create peace on Earth."

Sharon Gannon
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The solute father of the field

Pure starry sky relaxes the miracles
your flag is a coat filled with diamond architecture
burnt umber seams above a blazing garden
brings all the grows opaque sunburst orange lakes
the reflection drinking from my shoulder
Always you light through the twilight
toward the midnight shining beds.

You bend forth with downward facing dog
You show your supple nature with the cobra pose

Has the moonlight evening been played with epiphany
A fog of stones
a perfect phenomenal day
green mud
to my affluent mosaic!

Neither phenomenal nor bed nor silvery
nor yellow but sepia
to the handsome color of the silicon jar
the soft dignity of the light!
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