Hush that has long faded from this world
one that allows our bosom to breathe free,
let us bequeath woe to oh wandering stars.
I felt my weary soul kiss blossoming grass,
as eyelids closed and lay restless limbs.
I watch as breath mingled with thought as
though dew that sleeps on petals, dirt that
lines the earth and skies ablaze as fire that
runs though my veins, there’s deeper truth
that burns in dark and dreamy gaze.
Unleash the burden carried willingly until
its time to let go.
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I chose to write on “Savasana.”
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