No time for shavasana

Running all day to get to a relaxing place,

fast breathing to keep the rhythm 

to get into the slow calm zone.

I do yoga every day,

somedays I have to run to it...

and that might take away the benefits,

but hey, I made it to the mat, so namaste to you.

I have no time for Shavasana,

I am here to stretch, workout and find unity.

When was the last time we danced together?

 When was the last time we danced together?

It has been too long
This life full of duties fooled us into forgetting what is important.

In between trips and laughter
We forgot about dancing.

That is how we met,
How we connected
And I miss dancing with you
More than anything.

It was a slow blues,

feeling the warmth of an embrace

feeling your heart getting excited.

It was dancing how we started communicating,

but it was also why we separated.

Past

What can you do?

For sure not controlling it,

the past is gone

and left its wounds, scars and smiles.

Free yourself from grief and regret

Free yourself from the past,

learning for it,

but moving forward.

Deepest blue, darkest moments

 Staring at the most beautiful view,

of turquoise waters mixing with white sand

in spirals of power,

I can't stop thinking about my mistakes.

The sadness that a happy place brings is not making me feel better,

I bring this sickness inside,

I am bringing the drama within.

Please clean me blue clean water,

please show me your clarity and purify my thoughts

Please awake the buddha in me.

Bad choices, great lessons

 Like attempting to run a marathon under 35 degrees of heat

you must see the silver lining in every cloud,

even in the huge grey ones that seem to never end.

That smile will come and shine new light,

to show you anew way,

for you to make bad choices again,

and have some fun.

When is this going to be over?

 Stop saying that it shall pass

it feels like one wave after the other

crashing the weak body against the rocks

Stop making me feel bad for being sad

I just want to know

When is this going to be over?

When will happiness last,

stay with and nourish me?

One nail drives out another... not

 Sometimes the nail that drives out another strategy

just blows on your face,

very very hard

it takes you back in flashbacks

it leaves you empty

and lost.

Seeking refuge in other arms,

attempting to create passion with a new lover,

just drives back the memories of the amazing love you had lost.

Comparing hurts, memories break your hurt,

flashbacks leave you crying non stop

like a punch on your stomach that takes your breath away.

It was a bad idea, you knew it,

it was just a waste of time,

to feel some connection...

but the nail didn't drive out another,

it pushed it harder inside the wood,

the wood of your coffin.