WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

The weary form, a mind in a haze,
A storm of thoughts in the darkened maze.
A gentle tug, a silent call,
To rise and move, to conquer all.

Stiffened joints, a gasping breath,
But every stride defies the death
Of sluggish sleep. A rhythm's beat,
The blood that pumps, is a vibrant feat.

A rush of warmth, a happy tide,
Washing away where shadows hide.
The mind expands, thoughts take to wing,
Leaving behind the winter's sting.

A burst of light, a weightless flight,
The world unfurls a joyous sight.
With every push, a spirit soars,
Exercise unlocks a hidden door.

For sculpted form, a fleeting show,
The greatest change, the one we know,
Is lifted mood, a fire's gleam,
Movement's magic, a waking dream 

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI