Katie's Poem
I bristle and I bluster
when the woman ten years younger
Says
“I am getting old”
I hear a ticking clock
in yoga
And then bird sounds and a chime
And I want songs
And not ticking
To accompany my dance
A ray of sun
A messy house
Opportunities
And choices
And wisdom, which I may choose
To listen to
Or not.
How will I hold these precious things?
How will I laugh through my frustration?
See how I chafe when someone treats me as ignorant
How often have I done the same to another?
Do I value the divine spark within
Every one?
Can I model grace?
Or is there something else
Wordless
That is mine to model?
Not seeking to become
But knowing
Like Ken said
I amPerfect.
~Kathryn Mansfield
Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self. The Bhagavad Gita
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