Twisted Like A Pretzel

Twisted like a PretzelI meditate with pretzeled armsHands folded against my browLegs crisscrossed, squared in a yogi box.With each breath,I travel down and upRetrieving perspective.Seeking Sanity. Within me, a river flowsThrough convoluted bends.Pours into the ocean ofMy soul.Returns from the mountains,Peaks of past triumphsTo fall as rain.Tears carry the salt Of voyages, danger, adventureAnd repercussions.Stilled, […]
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Published on March 12, 2025 06:50
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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