i wrote this as a closing meditation for the Spook Asana class at Lululemon last week. It is based on a poem by Rumi that I gave a personal touch to.
Trust your wound will be healed in the green soft arms of the ancient, Mother Earth
Let the embrace and the cool coating of the evening air soothe you
Allow the silent space of your heart to speak and be open to let the light of love shine in and out
Let the teacher, the spirit guide within, clear away all low hanging clouds
hovering in your sky
Never turn your head away from any bandaged place
But with soft eyes keep gazing into that wounded space
For through your wound is where the moon light shall enter you
And don’t believe for a single moment that you are alone
For there is always the light of the shining stars to guide you
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