I do yoga in the autumn woods.
Nature is my teacher.
The sky is my Om.
The soil of the ground, my mat
that I lengthen in an upward dog.
The tree is my pose
that stables my imbalance.
The black slate is my plank
when I feel weak and unsure.
The leaves crackle under my feet
as I reverse my warrior.
I skim the stones of mindfulness
across the shallow creek
of glistening waters.
I breathe in the scent of pine and maple
with Ujjayi breath.
I stretch and unwind
under an emerald-blue waterfall
to loosen the tightness
of my grip.
©️MFT
Loved this, transported me right there.
Thank you, LS. 🙏🏻
Lovely imagery
Thanks, tara. 🙂
Wonderful!
Thank you. 🙏🏻
Love it 💖
Thank you, Saania. 🙏🏻
No problem !!!
Wonderfully natural!
Thank you, Malcolm. 🙂
Needed the “Now” experience. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
You’re welcome. 🙂
Wonderful:)
Thank you, Kae.
🙂
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Much appreciated, Mark.
This is beautiful ❤
Thank you, krishna yogini
So lovely! Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you, Heather.
Really like what you’ve created here.
Thank you. 😊😊