Thank you for holding me Bearing witness to the unfolding of me I'm like a fitted sheet, no right angle to meet Not exactly wrong (but...

Mother Poem: Slow go So slow it looks like a no Don’t be fooled by my pace; I have what I need to place in the race Slower now, but so...

You’re drenched with sweat, no room for regret Everything spent Chataranga, dandasana Everything awesomer Yes To the joy To the pain To...