Becky Blab

These walls we build
the armour around
our hardened hearts.
What is their purpose,
if all withers within?
Like a snake, I shed
these skins,
layer by layer.
This dry, brittle shell
can crumble.
I welcome you in,
waiting for the re-growth.

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While it may seem to some
that I’ve gone insane
the truth remains
I’ve never been less so.
More clarity comes in simplicity,
more peace in dissolution.
While it may seem to some
that I’m swimming upstream,
I’m constantly being pulled
down by the torrents.
Becoming an offering
is no easy task,
requiring erasing
of all the past.
Limitations, like ropes
bind me tight;
still, Iike lightening
I strive for what’s right.
With [...]

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A sharing of my experience of the Samyama program from the Isha Foundation April newsletter:

The beautiful breath:
an oceanic expanse.
Riding the waves,
watching the tides
take me away
into myself.
Cleansing the past,
shedding the shackles.
You gave birth to me;
I owe you my life
which I would have squandered
without You.
Instead of committing suicide
in installments
or in one fatal blow,
I dedicate this one [...]

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