Poem: Mudra

In stillness, hands take form,
A gesture carved from quiet norm,
The Mudra of Will, a subtle art,
Where strength and intention find their start.

Fingers poised, a sacred sign,
Thumb and index intertwine,
A circle forms, a bond of fate,
In this embrace, intentions create.

Rooted deep, like ancient trees,
Grounded firm in whispered breeze,
With every breath, the will ignites,
A dance of energy, of endless heights.

In this silence, power flows,
A guiding light that gently glows,
With every thought, we shape the air,
Transforming dreams from mere despair.

So raise your hands, let the spirit soar,
Embrace the will, unlock the door,
For in this mudra, we find our way,
A path to hope, come what may.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie