wake yourself

it is waking that understands sleep and not sleep that understands waking C.S. Lewis I was taken aback when I read this in C.S. Lewis’ book,┬áPerelandra, the other night. I re-read the sentence, again and again for a few minutes and thought about it. Really, it is true that when we are in a state […]

dawn

I wrote this poem, reflecting on my daily morning yoga practice that I have been cultivating for seven years now. Slowly peeling different layers. I noticed a profound beauty in long-term practice and persistence. Noticing different aspects of the mind, body and soul; interconnecting and unravelling themselves. infinite space concealing ethereal stars receding faithful moon […]