Awakening, yawning, yearning for that deep breath.
Blazing flesh searing at the thought of another stifling day.
Seeking magic in the mundane and the mundane in magic. A balance ot timeless tides the yin and the yang.
Tao centres the mind in a breathless form. No thoughts shall invade this harbour.
Boats softly rocking anchored to the base of my spine. Going nowhere softly drifting in this half step.
Pleasure seeking pain. No rhyme or reason. Half the globe insane with wants no reason. Just games and gains.
Waking up these tired eyes, seeing vastness of wanting and little meditating.
Balance seeks the bold.
