Breath unfolds the soul,
expanding a crumpled shell
until it is proudly rotund.
And that air fuels fires —
brightly burning white-hot fires
that flash-fry evil jinns,
into fine, floating soot
One day you’ll know the fuel from the fire.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
This is beautiful x
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