Twelve Beings, in synchronicity.
A number of ancient geometry,
The star’s reflection upon our consciousness,
Forming the basis of perception.
We swirled together in sacred space,
Ready for days filled with exploration.
Veins of the river, reflecting veins of the leaf,
And the ones beneath our skins beat together as we sing.
Lead us from darkness to light!
Breaking free from the confines of our own minds
Without a struggle or a fight,
Rather through patient peaceful eyes.
We watched as every shackle came loose, and our hearts began to fly.
Spiraling upwards, downwards, sideways,
And every space in between.
We saw the beauty in our old ways,
As well as new routines.
Then Grandfather Willow spoke to us, and this is what he said:
Growing is forever,
Both in the land of the living and the dead.
So grow your roots deep and lift your branches high.
As above, so below,
As within, so without,
As truth is equally untrue,
I share these words with you…
Trust in the vibration of ancient spiritual connections,
Trust your neighbor as they walk you blindly across the land,
Trust the messages from your heart,
And even the worries from your mind.
For nothing is here which is not divine,
And no-one is here who does not belong.
And you, my friend,
Are both the seed and the tree.
I am you, and you are me.
– Krista Allen
Reflections from Taking Yoga off the Mat Weekend Retreat 7/16/15 – 7/17/15




Love this poem Krista! Thank you for sharing
Beautiful:)