When He practice He is like a poem

When he practices, he's like a poem.

There's something about him that intrigues me a lot.

Even when he's alone, he can't quite capture it perfectly into words.

It's the world he's in while engaging in the practice itself.

I recognize myself there but from a different space.

In his movements, there's a sense of advanced mystery and mastery.

He knows what he's doing, and it's taking him deeper into the essence of prolonging his way of life.

There are so many people like him, each with different abilities and skills.

Learning, practicing, taking breaks, and returning to rediscover oneself takes time.

Each person derives a unique interpretation, a distinct path.

Women seem to embark on this journey from a more psychological perspective.

They understand better how to connect the heart and their authentic selves to this path.

Their minds embrace spirituality on a different level – simple in words,

Yet complex in the long run.

As long as one follows the right path every single day, everything should remain, recover, and return to its original form and space amidst the shifting waves.

Everybody will experience the benefits of the deeper practice itself – each day, each moment, a new life, and a new realm within this already abstracted space with no age no time.