Question

poem on Yoga and fitness? ​

Answer 1

Answer:

There is no controlling life.

Try corralling a lightning bolt,

containing a tornado. Dam a

stream, and it will create a new

channel. Resist, and the tide

will sweep you off your feet.

Allow, and grace will carry

you to higher ground. The only

safety lies in letting it all in—

the wild with the weak; fear,

fantasies, failures and success.

When loss rips off the doors of

the heart, or sadness veils your

vision with despair, practice

becomes simply bearing the truth.

In the choice to let go of your

known way of being, the whole

world is revealed to your new eyes.

Answer 2

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QUESTION :

poem on Yoga and fitness?

ANSWER :

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swells

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mind

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mindThat it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness,

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mindThat it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness,Energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution,

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mindThat it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness,Energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution,Burning brilliantly, spontaneously, in the middle of nowhere,

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mindThat it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness,Energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution,Burning brilliantly, spontaneously, in the middle of nowhere,And you, too, must make a sound that is somewhat like it,

If you listen closely some morning, when the sun swellsOver the horizon and the world is still and still asleep,You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mindThat it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness,Energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution,Burning brilliantly, spontaneously, in the middle of nowhere,And you, too, must make a sound that is somewhat like it,Though that, of course, you have no way of hearing at all.

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