Йога-нидра

Sometimes before the sun. Cold air breathing And closing Again. Standing bare Before the world turns down. Something's good and Now deep inside. There's no storm, No way to confuse. Just empathy posing goo. No big beginning from the sunrise peak. No big words on the ocean reach. Stone by stone, a breathe by stone. All the noise keeps saying no. Walking work without good past. Something's wrong, but they don't fast. In the storm, And that's the dream. Coldest outdoor fading steam. Cold air breathing, Feel that bone. This is where the soul belong. Don't need the gold. Don't need the fame. I feel the soul. I feel the main. All the noise is ticking slow. Let the fire begin to go. Cold air breathing, Feel that bone. This is where the soul belong. Some days storm, And some day dew. Let the stars begin to drool. In the storm, cold air breathing. Want the world to see. Cold is burning, so burning. Something's blue, but something's true. Can we find the something do? Stone by stone, and stone by stone. Cold is burning, so belong. Stone by-