The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself as he …
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The Warrior’s Edge
The Warrior’s Edge The Kriya beginning A rhythmic movement Automatically kicking in My inner fire igniting The pilot light being lit Breath work Using both nostrils Pumping my heart Into fluid action Specific motions Opening up the roots Anticipating what Is to …