Carving my craft

7/18/2014
Carving my craft

Creamy milky cloudy orange purple chances
light blue awakenings
chilling light of early day
gracefully delighting in graceful invitings
from nature who nurtures me newly
when wondering what for I free myself
to feel why, right now and the next right now
are instructing and didactic
I interpret intuitively and also by
learned lessons' experience.
Thank you fresh air moment and smiling
pupil student yogi friends for reinforcing my
purpose of today - thank you for your
expressions of thanks,
thinking back and forward
I am pleased to appeal to your process and progress,
you too uplift me.
Inhaling and exhaling,
reduced in my motion but not in emotion.

I'm injured,
not intentionally and needing renewal.
Less movement, a stillness meditation
I can conquer unrest restfully.
Peering into peaceful pasts
I remember and re-invite so again
I accept peace into me so I heal.
To heal is to first feel and to heal is to
let grow, again and again
my actions, my friends,
I can and you all help
happy to view hues of blues
sky is news of ever changing whether
patterns are feelings passing,
sky never gripping onto,
lets flow and my mind, the sky, clings
not to storm or sunny sky
to dusk or afternoon or midnight or must.
To dew, I thank for moisture and new life-
Time to dry.
Feelings or weather
moist or not,
allowing to let pass,
enjoying if possible
allowing joy to be possible
I remember peaceful poses in yoga classes
that once were violent pain
evolution sees each occurrence as part of the life pie
that I interpret as I choose,
intuition splashed with wisdom mixed with attitude
and I, in the groove
a routine, a tapas burning discipline to incrementally discover
and unlock learning that's important to me
systematically
little by little
day by day
coming back to tapas to carve at the statue stone of my future craft,
music, a God-sent life raft
can't be learned by osmosis, I must practice,
Tapas
is to do it one step at a time.