Poem by Leon Kuhn Inspired during our October retreat
My feet are the red soil of this earth. Toes the roots that seeks nourishment between its layers. My legs the trunks that hold me upright, and arms the branches that sway with the seasons. Fingers, leaves that reach for the sun. My hips are filled with the ocean, that moves and rips with the tides. Belly the volcanic warmth, that rise falls and settles with the ages. My lungs blue lakes reflecting white clouds, the banks green foliage that nurture all creatures besides. My head a pool of water on a mountain path, with deep shadows and dancing lights. My throat the waterfall that flows and falls inward, permeating all my cells. My breath the mist that veils this landscape. And heart the consciousness that knows the rhythms of all time.
Leon Kuhn is a yoga and mindfulness teacher from Stockholm, Sweden, who has been to the Azores and minuvida twice.
Being on retreat gives us the unique opportunity to slow down, and reconnect within and with nature. The creativity, inspiration and energy that we feel during and after the retreat reminds us how important is to keep coming back to nature, to keep coming back home to ourselves.