Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning,
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken...
I just wanna sing this song, when beautiful nature shows up.
Hanumanasana on the Earth and Water |
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Hanumanasana in the Air! |
During my stay in Merecure Hotel in Bali, Indonesia, I was lucky enough that the hotel is just across the beach. Before departing from Singapore, I promised myself to practice yoga early morning to feel the ocean breeze and the sand, witness the sun rise and hear the sound of the waves and chirping birds.
The place is very motivating to practice because there are so many people doing there own exercises.
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Handstand is love |
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Bendy Back Morning Practice |
Be happy! Namaste.
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