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The Great Light


The great light goes out on one side and comes up on the other as the eartH calls down its fullness of Love. Unreturned affection wheezes on both sides of the sun and the moon as I forget myself and scatter blood about in a sacrifice of self.

I see well enough to recognize the sight and sound of my own shattering bones, well enough to know my fetid use is poisoning Love, so why do I squint in the daylight in my eagerness to catch a glimpse of Love? Love’s the last thing I'd recognize when the eartH lets slip her wrath.

I see well enough, alright. Well enough to plunge down into the shrieking agony of my own design. Love, help...

Boom! Shrieking Mother! Boom!

The great light goes out on one side and comes up on the other…


© 2011 by mark prime


About Om Kids Yoga
Yoga is a philosophy, not a religion. However, while developing their bodies and minds through yoga, children will be exposed to cultural and religious stories from all over the world through which they will be able to develop their personal moral compass while developing body awareness and broadening their imaginations.

Our intention is to teach children to be alive and awake in the world, connect with their inner selves, learn to quiet their minds while relaxing their bodies and develop a truer sense of self.


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