Ink Stained Soul…

My practice today was confined to a cage. The freedom wasn’t there within those walls. I couldn’t feel the connection the way I do in nature. It was just motions. My soul was scratching at my body to be free. Sterile and boxed in. The sky wasn’t in view. No crisp cool air to breathe in. This cage will never do. I have to be able to absorb the earth and let nature take root inside me.