"suspended state"

today, it happened,
like magic!
as when you let the unknown lead
you to plow and cultivate
the inside.

today’s halasana
was like the insides of the shell of a snail
a protected cavern of quietness
that gave pathway to 
slowness.

it became more clear 
through each turn, 
and after every corner,
space slowing further
in to a place made of calm.
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treasures observed
slowly, slowly,
at the very deep of the caverns.
the corners, softer now,
still..

smoother and
oddly symmetrical, too -
at this quiet depth.
a measured breath inhabits these hallways
that paint the way on their walls,
towards that which
upholds.

the breath 
reveals it’s magnificence
quietly.