Splitting Thoughts
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Here the dark dead cells of the tree are the strongest
It is no coincidence it is called heartwood
Tough while the softness around it is peeled apart
Many times the heartwood does not last the longest
Silently rotting leaving a void where strength once stood
Invisibly weakened by life, so goes the heart
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(An Italian Sestet)
Necessity
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Yoga is so gentle
Deceiving
The body, challenging the mind
Much of it is mental
Believing
In the strength and calm to find
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Holding poses for days
Centering
Shoulders with hips, brain with the heart
Gently resisting sways
Entering
A place where fitness melds with art
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Muscles, mind, and spirit
Strengthening
Quiet peace overtakes unrest
Learning not to fear it
Lengthening
Spine, being kind, opening chest.
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(A Tri-Fall Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 