Poetry Around Town
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Walking Meditation
Wind-rustled feathers
Of a raven taking flight
On my silent walk.
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Asana, Pranayama, and Yoga Practice | Food for the Mind (Yoga Philosophy, etc) | Meditation | Poetry
Impermanence
Sometimes I find myself like a butterfly folding its wings. Like any other state, it is impermanent.
