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Yoga Poem #7
Among the willows
beside
the creek I am a
boulder.
Yoga Creek flows.
Willows,
full of its water,
flex.
They bow, stretch.
Hey,
the boulder participates
in
its own way. Its
molecules
expand, contract.
(Sigh).
The boulder's mat
envies
the willows' mats,
but
the boulder is
fine
with being a rock among
willows.
Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom
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