The rush of the morning is done,
And here I sit alone.
In this moment of space,
I return to what is known.
In the tornado of tasks,
In the hurricane of hurry,
It's so easy to be anxious,
Let fear take over and worry.
Spinning fast,
Gotta keep up,
Don't let me drop one ball,
We're gonna be late,
Let's go,
Let's go,
Soon I'll hit a wall.
But when I pause the movement,
And sun covers my face,
I remember ancient wisdom and crave a slower pace.
So deep I breathe until I see the rat race that I'm in,
Then more deep breaths to remember that I can choose to start again.
Now,
Listen close and find your breath,
It leads you to your heart,
Slow it down and sink in deep,
There's wisdom it imparts.
If you find yourself bone tired from all the rushing round,
From constantly juggling all the things stress and pressure compound,
There's more than one solution.
Trust your heart to guide the way,
Each step away from hustle is a step toward joy and play,
So be here with your breathing,
Remembering what is true,
What's important to you and you will bubble up,
Give you courage to follow through,
The rat race isn't worth it,
It's all just one big scheme,
So create your own pace of life,
You can make your own dream.
Namaste,
Beautiful.