Morning Asana
A poem where the practice begins at the beginning of the poem as well as the end
By Marti MaleyPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
namaste
i close my eyes
stillness.
breathe into
uninvited thoughts.
release
relax.
muscles tighten
slowly
heartbeat throbs.
deeply
inhale peace
exhale fear
be present.
sweat drips
palms slip
i try.
so tired
the sky is still dark
palms open, i sit
i bow my head
morning.
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Marti Maley
Hi 🙂 my name is Marti. I am an artist and healer living in Alaska & Arizona. I believe in good coffee, chihuahuas, and mental health. I love connecting with fellow artists💛 @msmartimaley
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Comments (2)
I love how the short lines let this flow, much like a yoga practice in the morning. “sweat drips palms slip” is such a great description of how it feels to work your body when tired, and the reversed idea of this works well considering the opening and closings of a practice. Nicely done😊
It's great to be calm