To sweeping our hands wider to touch the sacred through heart-centric yoga practices and prose.

Sonata of the

Soul

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Meet Seraphina Dawn

I once cracked a sand dollar
in half to see what was inside. 

I discovered tiny bones
shaped like doves. 

Petal-print shadows.
bleached by sunlight. 

Light shatters to produce
color. A desire to be many
and to be alone. 

We barter precious attributes
for a glimpse into the future. 

Swish-swish-swish.
The needle skips.

Ritual of the Unstruck

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Create rituals that resonate—

Poem 4.

She plays the piano late at night, softly, so only I can hear through the wall we share. 

Falling in love at a second glance.

It doesn’t occur when you think it will; the first time is foreplay. 

The keys stick, and I ask her to water my plants while I’m gone. 

I prefer silence, though I hate being alone.