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Fiona Rose

Fiona Rose

Fiona Rose, born in South Africa, is married and has two beautiful girls. She now lives in Amsterdam. In her words: Drawing inspiration from the countless courageous, the selfless of our world, I work and practice in art and yoga with a sense of gratitude for the rich lessons that life offers. Her website is Yoga without Borders. Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

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THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YOUR SAINTED MOTHER
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YOUR SAINTED MOTHER
Writing is for another. Like talking, speech is for the other. May this white space surrogate for the natural appearance of thought, uncensored. In bygone years, mother’s vision took upon a likeness of ‘white space’. Her thoughts took flight. They were like wings of creative energy, expressed without pause, without censorship.
SWEET WHISPERINGS IN MUD
SWEET WHISPERINGS IN MUD
The black crow lay broken. The body open. The insides of a once warm breast, spilled now, upon tarred street, and exposed to city dust.
THE FIRST AND LAST YOGA
THE FIRST AND LAST YOGA
It was a hot day coinciding with passion. Walking with an eager step like feet that have wings. Walking flying. Walking anticipating. Walking to the moment, soon to meet the guide.
PASCHIMOTTANASANA – THE FORWARD BEND
PASCHIMOTTANASANA – THE FORWARD BEND
His legs are outstretched in length while he sits upon the ground. In action thus rendered passive. His torso folding forward with hands that touch the feet. The body thus becoming halved.
A SILENT CONVERSATION
A SILENT CONVERSATION
Tonight, or this morning early hours, I felt compelled to revisit the memory of a retreat. I share a poem, which is inspired by my stay at Nagi Gompa, Nepal.
TADASANA, THE MOUNTAIN POSE
TADASANA, THE MOUNTAIN POSE
She was small, you might say she looked somewhat forelorn. Yet her naked feet with their wide-spread toes, lightly gripped the soil beneath them. She stood with light balance, there was strength, dignity in her pose.

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