Come to my door, you are welcome, but let me know

Under a feather swept sky, I said a prayer And set it free; My unborn longings, That took shape but never came to be. From a distance I seek harmony , a new perspective; I seek boundaries , To tether my unbounded soul. Endings never truly end ; Seeks reprieve, begins anew. Somewhere in the spectrum, Between space and time, Futile energy flows . Give me the strums of a guitar , I seek the song of every man . The green mountains to lay my back on , And above , a feather swept sky to gaze on . Maybe then I shall be , just a wee bit alright! The insane fire leaping inside, May then sensually desires to die.

Nearly 3 months of everyday Yoga does this to You . You learn to travel through the amazing life force within your body , push through the pain , let sweat like sweet salty raindrops drip from your body; realize , relate , reconnect , relearn how to take long never ending " in breaths" ; Bow down in humility , stretch out in strength, lie down in happy baby pose and let go in total body relaxation. My half an hour drive to reach my place of pilgrimage "The Yoga Retreat " in South Lake is the best thing that happened to me in a very long time. I long to reach there like a child would to the playground. And the glee / glow comes through an hour and sometimes 75 minutes of Vinyasa flow. The credit for my devotion and joy of practice goes to the most dedicated and skilled Yoga instructors that teach in the studio including the owner of the Yoga Retreat Ranjeeta Sarangi . She herself is a Master on her own right practicing yoga since she was a child . Wa...