Infinite Flow: Ebbing And Flowing Through Time And Space

BY REBECCA ESCHENROEDER

Muscles ache to move.

Mind craves stillness.

We are exquisite paradoxes ebbing and flowing through time and space.

Landing feels so nice…for a moment

Now I’m ready to fly.

We are forever changing, neglecting the sea of stagnancy.

Stories always come to an end.

This journey has only just begun.

And will begin again, and again, and again.

We are timeless.

We are limitless.

We are infinite.

Rebecca Eschenroeder’s book, “Collecting Feathers” is available worldwide. Order directly from her website!

This poem was originally published on Great Abiding Yoga and is reprinted here with the permission of the author.

Photo by Farsai Chaikulngamdee on Unsplash

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