Poetry| Spirituality
Take Me to Nauliland
I want to go home, back to myself, where my soul can expand
Let’s go to Nauliland
Its a magical place, he said
Take my hand, and let’s go to Nauliland
Time to get out of your head
How do you get there, I asked
Aw, he laughed
Simply step on your mat at last
Breathe, breathe in the air, and enjoy my craft
A wise man once spoke of a magical place called Nauliland
And this is what he said
It is a place where everything is lush
Take a deep breath and feel the quiet hush
Air is clean and pure
Grass so soft on your feet, and you feel secure
No problems exist in Nauililand
You are calm, focused, and safe
People move slower, and you start to understand
People are smiling and restore your faith
A place of freedom to be you
A place of peace
You feel the connection no matter what you go through
Harmony is clear; you feel the tension release
