Extreme Yoga! (Poem)

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Extreme Yoga

She bends where silence meets the sky,
Where breath ascends and fears defy;
Her body drawn in arcs so wide
She seem to touch the other side.

On cliffs where restless winds unfold,
She balances shapes both fierce and bold;
A single pose above the deep—
A vow the trembling earth must keep.

With limbs like threads of tempered steel,
They weave through air with mindful feel;
Each motion forged in discipline,
A battle fought and won within.

Suspended over canyon’s roar,
She hold a stillness at the core—
A lotus carved from mortal bone,
Transcending flesh to stand alone.

Yet in her gaze no pride is seen;
Just focus, sharp and crystalline.
For mastery is never loud—
It breathes apart from thundering crowd.

And in that edge of calm and strain
She touches what words cannot explain:
A summit shaped by breath and fire,
Where stillness crowns the boldest pyre.

Extreme, yes—yet its heart is pure:
To test the self, then to endure.
A dance between the brink and breath,
Where presence conquers fear of death.