Gentle souls, walk with me sometimes
through the breath of strangers.
Strong, compassionate ones, you are…
Who reach the plateau of the
heart, settle there, mark how your arrows
love the bull’s-eye and the bow,
How tears extend your eyesight through the dark.
Don’t be afraid to suffer. Learn to give
back heaviness to the dead weight of the earth,
It’s mountains and seas. Though all the trees
you planted as children now have their girth,
And still there are spaces… and the breeze… and each other… – Rainer Maria Rilke – (&Wm)
Blessings Folks,,, PiYo This Week Monday & Thursday At 8:00 am.
Do take care, you Yogis of peace, keep the faith…
William