Koala Pancakes

iamkiam:

There are no cool kids.  
we are simply here
baring our selves, our bruised pasts and egos
our blind futures
We breathe
we drink tea
eat breakfast
and break down a pose into innumerably variable steps
We pour water down our nostrils to quiet our overactive minds
just long enough, perhaps
to get a glimpse of a flame
or hear
the whisper of an ancient note lying just 
under the whistling
of our own constricted breaths

We are all here
of the same vital
energy, this Prána
which moves
the cells within our bodies
that blows the grass
and tells the trees to reach higher
The same energy
as the sun’s rays
sweeping away morning mountain mists
the same energy
that spins the heavens in unfathomably eternal rotations

We are all here
the same shared moment
the same intent
the same breath. 

OM.