“Beginning”

Slow as the movement of the trees,
the hands and legs reflect the art of the wind.
Precise as the sunrays that greet the Earth,
there is no hurry in the breathing itself.
Mysterious as the movement of the stars at night,
it’s forms become one with the time-space.
Circles, and shapes the mind-body creates,
like the Universe in its dance, the inner fire awakes.”

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To the Am’ato that share the Boabom Arts. To the Art itself that live within us.

Abraham (Boabom North)