When time plays still,
a moment pauses
and an image is rest assured.
When time plays still,
an evident line
points to a masking,
or not.
When time plays ‘til
the end of days
and the moment keeps on knocking.
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About Me
- Tara Maria Ford
- Santa Cruz, California, United States
- We all walk on a distinct path that leads us to our unique place. Along the way, we travel on paths that sometimes lead us to new discoveries and other times lead us right back to the beginning. Although it's not really the beginning. As we swing back around, we carve out new pathways and have new distinct images saved in our memory. All of these images along with our perception of these images make us who we are. Our awareness of this process makes us conscious beings. This blog is about my experience as I explore the pathways of my consciousness through the practice of yoga.
1 comment:
strong. i feel such a sense of you here.
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