To rise before the sun comes up. To awaken to a city that is still asleep. To breathe deeply into the stillness of dawn is bliss. Follow your bliss.
This dream of dreams. The one between waking and sleeping. The one of freedom, openness and joy. Follow your bliss.
This dream is the cool morning air softly touching my cheeks. The hush over the city unwilling to break its sleepiness. The traveler, travels on no matter the cities hush. Follow your bliss.
This first breathe in yoga reveals stiffness. The next fluid movement. The next openness and soon powerful expansion explodes over the mat. Follow your bliss.
This morning is perfect. The sleeping city. The fog and the traveler. Follow your bliss.
This quiet morning we were destined to meet you and I, we and us. To transform stiff into fluid. To shift closed into open. To expand and express. To flow, breathe and bend. To let go of the past. To breathe in fresh and new.
This morning a date with destiny. My destiny. Follow your bliss. Follow your bliss.