I bend and twist and lift my body
Sweat pouring down
Forming the angles
Growing stronger with every repetition
Molding my curves and using my muscles
Building my temple
Stretching up to the sky
I breathe in the clean air
Moving like a sapling in the wind
Sculpting every inch with ancient techniques
Meditating in the sunlight
I take another breath
And everything is right in my world
I gather my strength and struggle to my feet
I don’t compare or compete
I challenge myself and fight through the pain
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This was very good, glad you stubled upon my crazy blog. If you don’t mind I’ll stick around and do ” my cool stalker moves” when time permits
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Thank you very much. I have always written for my own pleasure, but now I want to share my weird point of view with like minded people. 😎
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I’m glad you are sharing your work, that part about “like minded people”, you realize the weirdos here!!…( wink wink I’m winking here)
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Wink wink, nudge nudge. Yes, we are all quite mad here. I think all great writers are weird, mad geniuses and tortured souls.
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Nice – exercising the body and freeing the mind. 🙂
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Yes I feel like I am growing as a person lately. Getting back to my roots as a writer and working on my body and mind.
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