Poem by Wyatt Townley

Let go of the forecast you heard when you were younger then the child now clattering up the backstairs all laughter and gasping for what we're here to do. Look down. Look at the stars. We're here so briefly, weather with bones.

Poetry for yoga

For Presence By John O'Donohue(1956 - 2008) Awaken to the mystery of being hereand enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.Respond…

Quotes

                                      "I inherit the results of my actions in body, speech, and mind. My actions are the ground on which I…