Where gold is mined; a poem
by Dave Koshinz
I want, I want more
I want a place where I am safe
A place where differences, melt into honoring and deep respect
A place where we can drop our clothes, easily, to look back at what we wear
A place where we can hide, if we choose, with honor and truth
A place where deep work is done
A place of touching deeply, and honoring clear boundaries
A place where gold is exchanged, and where gold is mined
A place with rich soil, where seeds are planted, and tender seedlings nurtured
A place where core desires are discovered, and named
A place that feels the pain, and embraces the joy
A place where we work and play, we cry and laugh, where the love is so thick
we could get what we came for, without muttering a word
A place where the magic of the space between our thoughts, is honored
A place so magnetic, it draws our gold
And the people can see, in our eyes, we know, the secret place
The place where gold is mined
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Dave Koshinz in Bellingham, WA, has been an entrepreneur for the past 22 years while exploring a deep yoga, spiritual, and personal growth path for more than 30 years. His current endeavours include CEO of a technology company, creating therapeutic circles, teaching yoga, and providing yoga therapy to individuals. |
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