summer solstice
With praying hands I face the sun, feeling love and joy in my heart.
I stretch up my hands and let the sun fill me with warmth.
I bow before the sun's radiance and place my face to the ground with humble respect.
I lift my face to the sun and then remember, to achieve such heights, I must be as the dust of the earth.
I stretch up towards its light trying to reach the greatest heights and again surrender.
I stand tall as I remember the true sun is within me.
-- Ancient Verse, author unknown
years ago, one of my yoga instructors shared this prayer with me
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- surrender
- al ritmo de mi alma
- hope for hope
- soy mujer
- watching the moon
- she invites us to play
- only soul
- om
- mad, naked summer
- true sun is within
- father's day
- soul dance
- curiosity
- on the edges of time
- sounds of life
- of the soul
- only sacredness
- time
- new moon
- enano de mariposas
- pouring petals into words
- ayer me enamore
- another part
- she speaks
- believe
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- writing
- todo cambia
- studying the sky
- wonder
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