Breath flows like ocean waves
rolling off the rocky core–
the burn expressed in breeze.
Pillars bend acutely
in search of balance
sway with the breeze.
Hands reach into heaven
branch into beams
sway with the breeze.

Foreigners see the forest–
each tree shivers its own storm–
some rooted in place,
some drifting in space,
others choke on the weeds.
The yogini’s breath
shapes each branch into balance
swaying with her breeze.

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