The Yoga Garden

Let me say the prayer,going down to that shadow,hidden beneath the rising sun, let me say the prayer. Shining through dawn’s mist,an echo of moonlight still in the sky,the brightness of the day I love so much,let me say the prayer. Dew shining upon the flower’s petals,mornings fragrance blossoms, damp

Rain, a garland of pearls

Dark clouds up in the sky, at haste merging as one, forming in shades of black and grey, their watery pearls ready to fall. I see mountains of mist, I see grand emerald trees, I hear the rumbles of clouds, the falling of pearls. Droplets adorn leaves, peaks disappear in