day 39 . . . yoga, the union of souls
the world is a very small place.
sitting on a secluded beach in isabela, PR - i see a familiar face. a friend. from years ago, yet now seems like moments.
why would this take me by surprise?
for don't i know there is no me. there is no you.
but only one.
yoga means union. yoke. always connected - distance and time irrelevant.
there is no yesterday. and tomorrow has not yet arrived. the place is here, and now is all that matters.
my friend, a photographer on an island sabbatical - takes my young budding artist by the hand. and off they go.
spirits connected . . . chasing the sunset.
sitting on a secluded beach in isabela, PR - i see a familiar face. a friend. from years ago, yet now seems like moments.
why would this take me by surprise?
for don't i know there is no me. there is no you.
but only one.
yoga means union. yoke. always connected - distance and time irrelevant.
there is no yesterday. and tomorrow has not yet arrived. the place is here, and now is all that matters.
my friend, a photographer on an island sabbatical - takes my young budding artist by the hand. and off they go.
spirits connected . . . chasing the sunset.
Posted by peg mulqueen at 4/4/2009 8:06 PM 
Categories: 40 days of yoga, discovery
Tags: puerto rico yoga gayle tiller
Categories: 40 days of yoga, discovery
Tags: puerto rico yoga gayle tiller
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