Fall from grace
Keep the face
No one knows
Just don’t show
Spinning mind
Take your time
Fall from grace
Keep the pace
Down you go
Let it flow
Want to hide
Dim the light
Fall from grace
Saltwater face
Head says no
Heart explodes
Walk the line
I am fine
And on the days it burns the most, I write.
Rooted in emotion, my words effortlessly flow.
I release my heart from what it knows.
I find clarity, breathe, and let go.
But on this day, it burns the most of the most.
I can not write; my words ghost my soul.
They spare it from, “I told you so.”
I’m studying yoga, and the very first day of our 10 week course, we discussed ”vrata.” Vrata is Sanskrit for vow. This word comes up often in our online studies, as well as the implications of vrata throughout yogic history. We learned that vrata connects inner intentions with outer actions, which is the essence of momentum in life and yoga. Vrata seals an intention and makes it real by speaking it into existence. There is sound value to vrata. I double underlined that phrase in my notes. Sound value. You become what you articulate because vrata gives us direction and empowers us. It has karmic weight, and therefore, has consequences.
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