Your Sky

A yoga teacher recently made a remark about reaching upwards during the practice. She used the words "your sky." I thought that was quite poetic...

Not your childhood, not your choice

Not your beliefs, not your voice

Sent to school to learn as they believe

Following their directions as well as their needs

But it’s yours to take back … reclaim, recover

It’s your life to, once again, create and discover

As you lay down on grass, without a question why

You fall into the sublime and your very own sky

It’s your sky – you peer into a world of forever

It’s your sky – you float upwards upon a feather

Your sky – you’re the one who calls in rain and clouds

Your sky – you’re the one who tears it apart with doubts

Your sky – a blank canvas with infinity as a backdrop

Your sky – you alone can make the thunder and rain stop

No longer holding chains from the past, you can start anew

You can paint in all colors magenta, indigo, green and blue

You can take a stand for who you are beyond preconceived beliefs

You can recall your playful and joyful spirit that resides far underneath

This is your day, this is your time, this is the moment to fly

It’s your life, it’s your soul’s journey, it’s your sky

Your sky – no need to struggle or try

No longer the dread of barely getting by

Your sky – ascend into the realm near the rays of the sun

Your time, your life – forever in this moment begun

There is that which was never born and never will die

It’s found in your heart and soul; it’s found in your sky

Your sky