by JunoMagic
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Naga
Wrapped in my coils, I carry the world
in figures of eight.
Beyond time,
beyond space,
beyond strife –
nirvana elusive.Born into mud, I soak up the sun.
Storms scrape my skin,
hail pounds my husk,
droughts drain me dry.My breaths measured,
my movements constrained,
my heart broken,
I glimpse life –understand –
and ascend.
Song of the day:
Link(s) of the day:
Naga—South Asian Folklore | Naga-asana—the Cobra pose | Naga Mandala | A Naga-Swaram Snake Charmers Melody
…and my wish for you today is:
Within pain, within loneliness, within the transience of all being, may you find the riches of understanding and compassion.
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