To sweeping our hands wider to touch the sacred through heart-centric yoga practices and prose.
Sonata of the
Soul
Stillness. Precision. Expansion.
Exploring the architecture of language, energy, and embodied movement.
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.
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.