Thursday, April 21, 2016


It’s the quiet of the morning, so early
That the birds don’t know they have
To sing the world awake yet
I move to the corner of the room
Where my mat is stored,
Guided by the light of my phone

I roll out the mat and sit
My body knows the joy of
My first asana, I smile
Outside a bird breaks the silence
It doesn’t matter, the quiet
Now rests within me


Post a Comment


I am so grateful for your visit, and a comment would make my day!



Search This Blog

Currently on Twitter

Creative Commons License
This work by Sylvia van Bruggen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License

Template based on Happy Kiddies by Ipietoon